I heard some muffled, sniffling sounds coming from the living room, and found my four year old, huddled in a corner, crying. I asked her what was wrong, and she looks at me, tears pooled up in her eyes, and then manages to choke out the words, “I-- I just don’t know who to mawee”..... .“I weally wike Wyan K, but he doesn’t wike me”......”and maybe Sam, or Charlie... but I don’t know if they are going to pick me...” then throwing herself to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
Oh boy.
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