Out of the mouths of babes-

- or at least my babe.

I had gotten very frustrated with Malia for constantly contradicting whatever I asked her to do. Finally, I snapped at her, and she started to cry.  I knew my reaction had, had much more to do with me and my "stuff" right now, than with her, so I apologized and told her it wasn't her fault.
She cooperated very well, after that, all through dinner etc.

Then, after dinner:

Mal: Mama, you yelled at me.

Mama: Yes, I did. I'm sorry honey.

Mal: You were f'ustrated?

Mama: Yes.

Mal: But, when you are f'ustrated you should not yell at me. I am your best friend.  Hug me, okay mama, and don't do it again, okay?

*******
Gee, kid, way to get your mama right in the heart!!