Mom: Grace, what are we going to do about these fits?
Grace: *Thoughtful pause.* I don’t know. We can’t stop them. I just get so sad when someone yells at me.
Mom: But no one yelled at you, Grace. You were mad that your tablet was out of batteries.
Grace: Ya, I just get so sad. It infects me. And I can’t stop it.
Mom: But maybe we could try to think of another way.
Grace: It just infects me.
Mom: Maybe you could find your teddy and hold on to him until the feeling passes?
Grace: I try that all the time. But it just gets stronger and stronger. I’ve tried that millions of times. It just infects me.