9 AM this morning:
"Abby (sob) won't put (sob) her twin in the stroller (sob) with mine (sob)."
It's OK honey, she can do what she wants with her twin. Do you want a hug from mama?
"No, (sob) I want some juice. (Sob) Can I (sob) have some juice in a (sob) cup please?"
OK Rach, I'll get you some. Immediate end of sobbing.
She's a cuddler, but since the time this girl was born, she has more often than not also found incredible solace in a cup filled with juice or milk.
[Full disclosure: I'm not that different. For me it's more like, "No, I don't want a hug, please just talk to me!" OR "No, I don't want to talk, please just hug me!"]
Might as well just listen to what they're saying and love them like they want to be loved!
(Below: the quickest pic I could find of Rachel with a cup - age one and a half)