I signed Graham up for soccer at the YMCA today. As I was filling out his form, he kept asking where his coach and all the players were.
I soon realized that his three-year-old mind equated registering with the start of the season. He was ready to play, and the fact that he couldn't do so immediately prompted disappointment that quickly devolved into a meltdown.
To cheer him up, we stopped at the Hope Valley Farms Y playground. Problem solved. If only it were always so easy to erase sadness.
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