Kelly: “Dad? This is how I felt when I heard that girl saying those mean things about me.”
Dad: “Oh yeah? You felt like the illustration on this card?'“
Kelly: “Uh huh. Just like this.”
Dad: “What is that feeling like?”
Kelly: “It’s very sad and droopy. I wanted to cry.”
Dad: “Oh. I bet. Darn it. Do you feel like crying now?”
Kelly: “A little.”
Dad: “Want me to hold you a while?”
Kelly: “Yes please.”
Kelly climbs in Dad’s lap and cries really hard. Dad rubs her back and makes murmurs of understanding. He waits several minutes for her to get all of her tears out. Eventually Kelly lifts her head up.
Dad: “How do you feel now, honey?”
Kelly: “Still a little sad.”
Dad: “Yeah. That was really hard to hear her say those things, hunh?”
Kelly: “Yeah... Dad?”
Dad: “Unh-hunh?”
Kelly: “I love you.”
Dad: “I love you, too, sweetie.”
Kelly: “You know what? There are going to be lots of kids at the party. I’m still sad, but I don’t want to miss out on playing with them.”
Dad: “You’re right. There will be many many friends at the party.”
Kelly: “I’m ready to go!”