Sometimes the Peanut has a hard time when we drop her off at day care in the morning. Often it's because she is cranky about getting up in the morning, but sometimes it's because she's feeling car sick from the ride in, as she was this morning. Luckily she can always count on her best buddy, a stupendously adorable boy named C., to come to the rescue when she needs a little understanding.
Even as a 1-year-old, C. was a particularly charismatic kid. He is auburn-haired and has a bright smile, and more often than not, he's laughing. And, especially noteworthy for a 2-year-old, he is extremely empathetic. He's always ready with a smile and a hug for any kid in the Two's Room who is feeling down.
This morning as I kneeled by the Peanut's side, wiping her tears and trying to get her in a decent mood before Mr. Fraulein and I said goodbye, C. bounded over to greet her as usual. I explained that the Peanut was feeling sad. He laid a hand on her shoulder and watched her as she cried. He thought for a moment, and then looked at me and said:
"I love her."
And then he gave her a hug.