Those are real tears. You can't fake that.
This last weekend my sister's girls (from St. George) and my other sister's boy (from California) reminded me of snow. Really, it's something I take for granted. For them, snow is a luxury, and they were out playing at least eight or nine times a day. I had never discovered the sweet sledding hill in the back of my parents' house. We of course sent the kids down first to make sure it was safe and then watched laughing while they cried and struggled to make it to the top.
This is of the kids struggling. We finally sent Marty to help. Notice the adults laughing comfortably from the top.
This is my cousin Derek. Notice the short-sleeved shirt.