Manipulation?

Angie doesn't like to be yelled at, or even talked to sternly. "Do NOT play with the sugar," I admonished one morning as we were cooking breakfast, and she immediately burst into tears. As her Daddy picked her up to console her, I said, "We still love you, peanut, but you can't play with the sugar like that, ok?" She snuffled and sniffled a while longer before being distracted by something else and happiness once again reigned.

This morning, I was playing upstairs with Angie, building a sculpture with her mega blocks when she took it from me and began breaking it to pieces. I buried my face in the carpet and pretended to cry. A few moments passed before Angie figured out that I was sad, but when she did, she squatted on the carpet next to me, peering into my face. "Mommy sad?" she asked. I looked at her and nodded. "Uh huh," I sniffled. Then, she hugged me in that baby hugging way and said, "It's ok, Mommy. We still love you."