today i walked into my boys house and sat down on the couch next to corb.
corb: "i heard you were sick yesterday. you look miserable. are you okay?"
me: "well, one of my old friends called me a bad name today and it made me cry a little."
his friend jareden came down the stairs right before he was going to say something. corb got quiet, turned super red and sincerely stared at the ground for a minute. when jareden wasnt paying attention to us, corbin shyly came closer, looked at me through his little glasses and quietly said,
"i'm sorry... thats really mean. i hope you feel better...are you sure youre okay?"
he put his head on my shoulder and i rested my head on his little 3rd grade noggin while put his arms around me for a quick second.
i love that little guy.