Ainsley Has Emotions

As I'm drinking my morning coffee, Ainsley stumbles up to me, whimpering and pouting.

"What's wrong, baby?" I ask her.

*Whimper, whimper* "I'm sad," she, well, whimpers.

"Why?" I ask.

She then just looks at me. Her whimper stops. She then places her face in my empty yogurt bowl, lifts it out, and walks away.