What do you do that made her hide?
She was all fine and happy. Then I told her to do her homework. She started to cry and told me that earlier in the day she stepped on something sharp. I told her to stop crying because she wasn't crying before the story. She stormed off to her room. My wife gets mad and says that sometimes women just cry and I need to apolgize to her. I go into her dark room and can't find her. Her closet door was shut and I opened it. There she is, in her "pouting bucket". I lose it and started laughing SO HARD! So, like any good dad, I grabbed a camera and snapped a shot while laughing. She gets even madder at me. I left and couldn't stop laughing. My wife said that I needed to go in and apologize for the laughing. I did and still couldn't stop laughing.
And now my wife thinks I'm the bad guy in this story! Geez!