At dinner tonight, our daughter talked about her attempts at friendship. A classmate was crying because the teacher had taken his Chromebook away because of his behavior.
“I went to him and said, ‘If you ever need me, I will be here for you,'” she explained. “Wasn’t that being a good friend?” We said it was.
Our daughter then told about a bad friend, someone who had talked behind the crying classmate’s back. “He’s a whiner,” the child had said.
“I told her not to make fun,” said our daughter. “Wasn’t that being a good friend?” Again, we said it was.
She then proceeded to smile and ask if her face reflected both shyness and pride. I think she was trying to blush at our affirmation.
It was like she was playing out a children’s book she had been read at school. Isn’t that being a good dad?
Don’t answer that question!
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