They were outside playing and he said he didn’t want to get wet.
She doused him anyway.
My sweet, wonderful, full of fun helper doused the boy who didn’t want to get wet. She figured it was all fun.
And then he went missing. “Where is Caed?” I asked her.
“He came in before us” she replied.
Ah, he was hiding in his bedroom underneath his blanket. He was soaked and when I went to tickle him (thinking he was hiding for fun), he looked up at me with tear-wet eyes and said, “I didn’t want to get wet, and I told her that.”
My children love Miss A, and she loves them and never wants to hurt them or make them sad. She was just playing with them and having fun and had no idea the boy would be so upset. She is so humble and sweet and she went to the boy and said she was sorry. Of course he forgave her, and they went on as usual. But a lesson is learned.
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