Could you pass me a tissue, please?

"A woman wears her tears like jewelry" -Unknown

I cry.  All the time.  Over everything.  

Tonight as I was watching an episode of one of my old favorites, "Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman,"  I found myself in tears.  Over what, you may ask?  A man pointed a gun at a pregnant Dr. Quinn and I just lost it!  I watch the silliest commercial on TV, and next thing I know, I'm wiping the tears off my face.  While I was at work on Wednesday, I got a text letting me know that a dear friend of mine had a beautiful baby boy and I had to leave the room for a moment because I was too embarrassed to cry in front of my coworkers.  Give me a break!  While I was trying to register for classes the other night, it kept telling me that I had to go see an adviser to register for a certain course, and I don't want to have to go sit in some office talking to an adviser about my classes.  So what did I do?  

I cried.  

What is wrong with me?

I am a 22 year old who works with kids all day.  I see them cry over anything and everything.  If they have to share a toy, they cry.  If they have to take a nap, they cry.  If they have something on their plate that they don't want for lunch or snack, they cry.  If you don't pick them up right when they want you to, they cry.  If they don't get to pick the movie, they cry.  If they have Winnie the Pooh instead of Princesses on their diaper, they cry.  If they don't want you to take their shoes off or put them on, they cry.  If they want to color with colored pencils instead of crayons, they cry.  If they want the purple binky over the blue binky, they cry.  If they want Baby Mozart instead of Baby Beethoven, they cry.  

Are the behaviors of all of my 2 year olds rubbing off on me?

**Note, the images above are not of my dear crying kiddos at work...