A little bit sad boy

Emmett and I had a rough afternoon. Tantrums, revoking of privileges, crying, discipline, more crying, threats, "I'm all done crying now", followed by, yep, you guessed it, more crying. It went on and on and on and on. So once things had settled down I said to Emmett, "Emmett, do you think you've been a good boy tonight or a bad boy?" He responded, "A little bit sad boy." Melt my heart! I guess things aren't just good or bad, black or white, are they? Wisdom as spoken from a 2 year old.