Leeann cries at the drop of a hat... literally. Or with the shifting of the wind, or the upon hearing the cries of someone else. She's our crier. When she's hurt, she wails. If someone brushes up against her too hard, so she thinks she should be hurt, she wails. The tears fall, and the helpless screaming begins. It's just routine in our household!
Well, a few minutes ago Leeann called to me in a very rational voice and said, "Mommy, I scratched my finger on the night light and it's bleeding." No tears, no screaming, no flopping onto the floor... and there was even blood! I'm so proud of her!