I had to console Sam this evening because he was desolate that he had lost his best friend. He came down after bedtime sobbing. He told me in a jerky breathless voice that his friend wouldn't talk to him anymore. He told a tale of woe, detailing his pleas to his friend to please talk and his friend's cold reception and complete silence. And you know what I wanted to do? The whole time I was rubbing his back and murmuring words of encouragement and support. Laugh. Laugh till you cry kind of laugh. Holding your sides and hollering "stop! stop!" kind of laugh. His friend, the one that will no longer talk to him? It's a small stuffed dinosaur that he sleeps with. I mean...you control him buddy, if you want him to talk, just do it.
Just in case you're wondering, I ended up doing the dinosaur's silly squeaky voice myself and the offender apologized and they made up and Sam headed back up to bed a happy boy. As for me, I am still giggling.