Forgiveness-Child Style.

After playing together for three days straight. Having a sleep over and spending the entire morning together. When T's friend Alex declared he was going home, T fought back tears.

"Can I come play at your house?"

"No." Alex said. "I just want to watch TV."

"I'll watch TV with you." T offered up. Anything to be with his friend.

"No. I don't want to."

"I'm never going to play with him again." T cried to me. "He is the worst friend ever." And we dealt with the disappointment that sometimes comes our way through childlike friendship.

While M and her friend Halle played make up and dress up and movie stars galore, T moped about until Halle's five year old brother came over to play.

"Will you play with me?" Five year old Brooks offered up.

T accepted and to the basement they went.

Shortly after, there was a knock on the door. H and I went to answer and lo and behold it was Alex.

"Can T play?" He asked. I called T upstairs and T hesitantly looked Alex over.

After a long and hesitant pause I heard these words, "I knew you'd come back."

And the sound of footsteps down the steps followed after.

The shoes in the entryway belonging to T, M and friends Halle, Brooks and Alex.

Tuesday afternoon.