We went to South Carolina to spend Thanksgiving with our dear friends, the Reasoners. There is a little boy from the neighborhood that came to play every day. After the third day Levi told me the following...
"Momma, I like Leon but no one in his family likes him. His mom hates him. His dad hates him. His brother hates him. His sisters hate him. Everyone hates him. He wants to kill himself... I was gonna give him my pocket knife."
After the shock wore off, and I was able to stop giggling, I had to sit down and have a talk with Levi about when it is OK to help others and when it is not.
Welcome, Minnie!!
5 months ago
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Wow! I don't know what I'd do if A came home and told me this... I think at any age it's pretty scary!
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