Bea had a friend over who wanted to sleep here on Monday night. All was good, until it was time to go to bed, and shortly after lights out his friend started to cry for his mama. Nothing we could do to calm him or stop him from frantically repacking his overnight bad, so I piggy-backed him home. Nothing interesting or unusual about that. But, what really interested me was Bea's response the next day. He came home sad from Kindergarten after his friend said he didn't want to play with him. We spoke about it, and he decided himself he would go to his friends house to speak with his mother, and insisted he went alone — and he did. Very brave, and very mature I thought for a six-year-old. I believe the issue was he couldn't understand what the problem was for his friend, but knew his mama would tell him. He seemed to feel better afterwards.
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