Reasons My Daughter Is Crying

This website, Reasons my son is crying has been one of my favorites for a while now. Ever since I discovered it I have been taking pictures of my daughter when she cries over irrational problems. In fact just the other day she fell down, started to cry, and then went to get my camera. Believe me, I don't only take crying pictures of her (I'm sure all my Facebook friends can attest). Here are some of the pictures I have taken, and the reasons she was crying when I took them. 

She tried to ride on the back of the cat, and got in trouble.

Her brother and sister wouldn't let her help clean the kitchen.

She wanted to go to Grandma's house,
but Daddy wasn't ready

Her sister wouldn't leave her alone,
so she could watch Mickey Mouse

I was using my phone,
and wouldn't let her watch Mickey on it,
then she tried to trade her Magna doodle for my phone,
and I told her no

I wouldn't let Daisy go to the store with us.

I told her I wanted to use the bathroom by myself.

Mommy's babies aren't for playing with.

Cold hands, and Mommy wouldn't stop taking pictures.

I was taking her sweater off,
and she thought I was done taking pictures

I told her I needed to wash her Mickey Mouse.
She thought the bath she gave him in the toilet was sufficient. 

Whenever Mr. Yams lays on his back, she freaks out

The lady at Costco gave her the receipt,
so she thought it was hers to keep.
I reclaimed it. Love the pizza face.

I cut off her fruit snack supply.
She's quite the addict.

I started moving Mickey and his friends
to the chair next to her

I stopped at Albertsons to use Redbox,
and she couldn't go inside to get a "cookie"
from the bakery. This actually happens
every time we drive by Albertsons.

She did not like her sister putting duct tape
over her mouth. I, however,
was pretty okay with it.

She dumped a bag of cereal on the floor, 
and her brother wouldn't let her sweep it up.

Mr. Yams didn't want a hug.

Max was trying to eat her.

I told her she was too big for the baby bathtub.

Daddy needed to use Mommy's keys.
Still not sure why that was so traumatic. 

I didn't want my necklace in the picture, 
but every time I took it away she burst into tears. 
As soon as I handed it back, she was fine.

I told her to say "cheese" 
and then didn't give her any cheese.

I covered up her Minnie Mouse shirt with her sleeper.

I gave her a hand full of Good & Plenty candies, 
and she shoved them all in her mouth, 
then immediately asked for more. 
When I told her she had to finish the ones she already had, 
she burst into tears. My laughing at her 
and taking pictures just made her cry more, 
so the candy juice was dribbling out all over the place.

She ran out of fries, 
and I told her she couldn't use a crayon to eat her ketchup.

Mommy wouldn't let her have a candy cane 
while she was in her dress.
 Told daddy all about "mean mama".

I wouldn't stop taking pictures 
and get dressed to go to the Christmas party.

Not a fan of the big guy.