The worst pain of my life is still just an 8. As a realist, I know to factor in the potential for future pain, as well as the pain of others. I've never been shot or stabbed, so I have to leave room for that.
So, just to clarify, she's thankful for Santa and presents, but she called the shelf elf an "asshole tattler" last week. Even though I don't disagree with her assessment, we did a round of "we don't talk like that", which is code for "only mommy can talk like that".