Diplomatic Relations

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When Scorch was 3, we enrolled him in pre-school. At the Open House a few weeks before school started, Scorch met  E and they’ve been best friends ever since. E and Scorch went to preschool together for 2 years before they went to different elementary schools for kindergarten. But thanks to small town living, it’s a rarity that the boys go longer than a week without seeing each other so their BFF status remains unchanged.  When Scorch started kindergarten, he met T, a new kid in his class.  So quickly Scorch had a school best friend (T) and another best friend (E) and all was well.

Well- all was well until E and T met through Scorch and then they became best friends too.  So over the past few months there has been lots of talk and tears and learning over what it means to be best friends with different people and how the dynamic sometimes changes when there are 3 little boys involved- each of whom are learning how to be good friends and have the maturity of a gnat.

This past weekend, Scorch had a playdate with E- just the two of them. And somehow they got on the topic of T and how sometimes it is hard to figure out who plays with who when the three of them get together.  E’s Mom told me that E got a little upset during the conversation, so he went up to his room and locked the everyone out, but that Scorch handled it just fine and was a good friend who got E smiling again before long.

On our drive home from the playdate, I complimented Scorch for being a good friend and for working hard to make E feel better.  Then I asked him what he did to get E smiling again.

Oh- it was easy! First, I went into his room, jumped into his dirty laundry basket, smelled his dirty clothes and told them they were delicious. Then I did a couple of arm farts and that did the trick.

So what I’m saying is, I think Pres. Obama may have a thing or two to learn from my kid when it comes to softening up the other side.

 

 

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About Heather

I am the lucky mom to two kids. Scorch is my baseball obsessed 9 year old son and Bean is my crazy, loving 7 year old little girl. I'm happily married to the Hubs. We live in the middle of nowhere with two cats and one certifiably crazy dog.

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