"Don't make me cry," whimpered Stephanie. "I hate crying. I don't want to cry."
"I'm not going to make you cry," I said, my tone admittedly a bit bewildered. "Why would I do that?"
"Because everyone else makes me cry," she said, and already, her eyes were beginning to shine. "My brother, my mommy, my daddy. They all make me cry. They all like making me cry."