Love To Be Upset

(I have a bit of a temper that I try and compensate for by saying “sweet” things in order to not yell. I have just caught my two-year-old with something potentially dangerous.)

Me: “No, no! This is a no-no!” *I take the object away*

Son: *puts his hands on his hips and grits his teeth* “Sweetie! I love you!” *stomps away*

Husband: “Well, at least he picked up that that means you’re upset at him.”