Yesterday, C told me that he cried at recess. Knowing that he is very sensitive, I hoped he hadn't cried because someone had hurt his feelings. I asked what had happened. He and another boy had collided on the soccer field, and their foreheads had bumped pretty hard. He ended up with a headache. I told him I was relieved that he was okay and that he hadn't cried because of something someone has said to him. C looked at me with a look of exaperation and said, "Mo-om, I'm in third grade now."
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