
Yesterday afternoon a four year old fell apart in my arms. Long face. Real tears. Cries of It's not fair. His older brother was off to yet another play date. A school friend. The big boys had abandoned him after playing here after school. The two eight year olds had been kind: they'd shared the Star Wars ships and Bakugans and video game controllers. They'd graciously taken turns with my four year old, helping him across the backyard monkey bars, waiting for him to catch up on … [Read more...]