Yesterday I picked Noah up from school and he wasn’t happy.  Bad sign.  He told me that his best friend S had been mean to him all day.  They were at message center and she said something about how all of their friends were going in her car to a new school and only Noah would be left at their school.

First he said, “I told her all the kids couldn’t fit in her car.”–oh my logical little boy.

Noah is sensitive.  He doesn’t do mean and doesn’t understand mean–at least not intentional mean.  So of course, he doesn’t like her anymore.  Which couldn’t be further from the truth.  These two have been an inseparable pair since Aug 2009.  He is totally heartbroken and beside himself sad.  I knew that one day this would happen.  I just always thought it would be when they were older.  I don’t know all the details and they are young–it could totally blow over, but it doesn’t make it any easier knowing my little guy is “sick” over this.

I got an email this morning from hubs that Noah was staying home because his tummy hurts.  Really?  He isn’t sick.  They got all the way to school, but Noah wouldn’t stay today.  This is not like him–he loves schools and misses it on weekend and breaks.  I called and talked to him and know it’s because he is sad, stressed and anxious.  They play basketball together and I told Noah he had to go to basketball.  He said, “I’m telling her mom that she was mean to me.”

Oh boy.  This is what I get for thinking their little “romance” was cute.  I am not such a fan of the aftermath.  Can’t wait until we hit the “girls are disgusting and have cooties” stage.  Bring it.