Her tiny little legs pulled up to her chin, and that fluffy yellow hair flopped down over the rest of her frame. All the feelings a little peanut could possibly feel came bubbling out her shaking shoulders and her big round eyes. What's wrong Peanut? "I don't kno-ow", she sobbed. Did you get hurt? "I don't kno-ow" Did you do something naughty? "I don't kno-ow" This is so me. Feeling all the feelings and all I've got to say for myself is "I don't kno-ow". Finally I dug out enough clues to see what happened, and then the clarity came. "I felt embarrassed, Mama." Oh, this is me too. I really, really don't like being embarrassed. I don't like that moment when someone is looking (or MIGHT be), and I'm not sure if I did something wrong or if I got hurt or even what actually happened. One of those trails of confusing emotion in me is weaved all around the output of creati...