Monday, after school, in a fit of frustration, my son declared, "I am sick of Fremont and Clarmar. Why can't I be anyone's best friend?"
I paused, knowing he can be sensitive, knowing that he had a bad day/week/month, knowing that maybe it will be better tomorrow. "What happened?"
"Well, sometimes it feels like the kids are mean. They don't really want to play with me. They don't want me on their team."...more