When I see this face, I think "Life doesn't get any better. What a wonderful, sweet, happy boy. I think "How blessed am I to have so much happiness contained in one 30-lb sweet smelling little package."
...and then he gets a one minute time out for hitting mommy, and I get this face instead...
Can't you see the torture? Left all alone (2 ft from Mommy) in his bright and cheerful bedroom with a crate full of furry plush friends beside him and his favorite snuggly blankie in his lap? Yes, it's really, really awful.
He was back to this face in no time flat!!