Ugh.

I hate that I only ever get to walk to pick up Maddie from school on my day off from work. Granted I get to walk her to school every morning, but I miss out on the afternoon "report" when she answers our gazillion questions about what she did that given day. Needless to say, I hate that I miss it, but I get my school report on the drive home from work (and, I try to not get the abbreviated version either!).

Maddie told us today that the girl that she has taken to since the very first day of school told her that she didn't want to be Maddie's friend anymore.

I have to wonder-- what in the world would prompt a 6-year old (Maddie is actually one of the younger ones in her class, most of the kids are already 6) to be so cruel already? I don't even have the words to express how hurt I felt that a kid Maddie's own age could be so cruel to my sweet and loving girl. I will leave it at that, because I know if I dwell on it, I will just want to find this girl's mother and give her a little lesson on how to properly raise your daughter to respect someone's feelings.

The "good" that came out of this? After Maddie told us all of this, Faith tells Maddie (in her froggy/sick/scratchy throat voice) from a car seat's length away: "Maddie... you my best sistah. I tell someone if they say this to my sistah.. hey! leave my sistah alone. She is my best friend."