He’s four, and is slightly outspoken. I like to think he didn’t get that from me.
Today, I witnessed Hayden not being too kind to his best buddy, Tommy. Trying to teach him a lesson, we later sat down and I told him we don’t talk to friends that way. I asked him to apologize, and told him I would walk him to Tommy’s house to say he was sorry.
For the short walk two houses away, we went over what to say. He kept repeating the phrase, “I’m sorry for not being nice, and you’re my best friend.” “I’m sorry for not being nice and you’re my best friend.” Should be easy enough. Once we got to Tommy’s door, Hayden looked him in the eye and said…
“I’m sorry you’re my best friend.”