Don't yell at me

We went to an Indian restaurant for dinner. Hailey was so happy! That is, until she swatted our waitress on the butt (who was leaning towards the table next to us) and Ben and I said, "Hailey!" We didn't even say it that loudly, but boy, was she unhappy! Tears galore, and of course we felt terrible. This is the second such incident this week! The first time we were having dinner at home and Hailey threw her food on the floor and Ben and I both turned and said, "No!" So sensitive these days! Of course, when she's climbing the mantle or doing something she knows is wrong and I purposely try to say "no" sternly, she likes to turn to me and laughs!

"Here I am, all happy!"

"I just got yelled at and I'm not happy anymore."