Price and Power of Tears

I'm full of these, aren't I? Last night I had another. Poor Easton. So he was talking to Dave on the phone, saying goodnight. Easton decides to throw the phone. So I tell him to not do that - it hurts people and could break the phone. He gets the phone back and does it again, this time landing on my ankle bone. Ouch! In my defense, it really hurt. But it had been a long day and I was spent. And emotions running high. I start crying. The only other time Easton saw me cry was when I had mastitis. He gets this look. Gives me a big hug, tells me he's sorry. It was very very sweet and he really was sorry. I'm pretty sure he won't do it again. (the power of tears) Problem is that now he keeps asking if I'm happy and has this look in his eyes that says, "mom, are going to start crying again?" Oh brother. (the price of tears)