It didn't even hurt, because the whole scenario was ridiculous.
But the part that almost made me cry was when, crying in my arms as her tantrum continued, Charlotte sobbed, "I'm a horrible daughter....I'm a horrible daughter! I said 'hate' to my mother!"
I almost laughed, I almost cried. I told her she was sorry & I forgave her, and she's overtired & overwrought. "Words are powerful," we've been saying a lot lately. And I think tonight Charlotte finally understands what that means.