Friday, July 2, 2010
Bob and Mia had a perfect playdate. Light saber fights and jumping on the bed. Sticker books and tricycle rides and everyone took a turn in the Yoda mask. There was an episode of Max and Ruby and a shared banana cut in pieces.
As playtime drew to a close, Mia put on her shoes and got ready to go. As Bob sat backwards on the couch talking to her, Mia reached out and in an instant Bob fell backwards slamming his head on the floor. As I recall from college, it's not really a party until someone is crying. Bob's wailing proved the rule.
Mia was horrified and fell into an epic shame spiral. Bob screamed. Mia's dad directed her to apologize. Mia yelled, "No! No! No! I don't want to be Bob's friend anymore!" Bob demanded to know why she hurt him "on purpose." I explained that it was an accident. He explained through gulping sobs that he would not forgive her. Ever. Mia and her dad and her baby brother managed to exit during the tumult. It was all quite Shakespearean.
Later that evening Bob announced at dinner that he had forgiven Mia and was ready to be friends again. A phone call was arranged.
"Hi Mia, I forgive you."
"I'm sorry Bob. I was just trying to kiss and hug you. I was trying to hug you all day."
"Okay. We can go to the park."
"Bob? Let's Skype*! Do you have Skype?"
"Mia, we'll see Bob tomorrow morning at the park," said Mia's dad.
"Bye, Mia! Bye!"
And then guess which four year-old boy talked his father into downloading Skype?
*This is not an advertisement, merely a transcript.
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