Several years ago I was at the house of friends and saw their two-year-old doing something I knew she wasn't supposed to be. I frowned at her (I gave her what I call the "teacher look" -- you know, the one that says, "I see you misbehaving and you better quit before I have to come over there.") and she stopped, put her lower lip out, and cried. I felt pretty proud of myself. After all, I got a two-year-old to stop misbehaving with just a look. (The middle school kids I was teaching in school at the time? They were not at all impressed by my teacher look. I don't think it works above about seven years of age.)
Today my baby fussed. Why? She was asking for my attention. I, being involved with something else, frowned at her (just frowned, nothing like the teacher look). She cried. I felt like crying, too.
So I told her I was sorry, and I picked her up and cuddled her, and I left what I was doing on the floor, abandoned, until she took a nap half an hour later.
If I were a saint, I would never frown at a baby. As it is, hopefully I'll do better for at least a week ... or maybe a day ... a couple of hours? ...