Best Friends

Will looked at Reid one morning, smiled kindly, and said, “We’re best friends, Reid-ee!”

Reid’s face instantly soured.  “No!”  He yelled.  “We’re BIG BOYS!”

Will looked confused.  “Reid-ee,” he persisted, “But we’re best friends.”

Reid looked angrier and yelled, “NO we’re not!  We’re BIG BOYS!”

Will’s angelic countenance disappeared and he yelled, “We’re BEST FRIENDS,” followed by a hard shove to Reid’s chest.

Reid pushed him back and they both started crying.  “We’re big boys!”  Reid wailed.

I stepped in.  “Guys, guys!”  I said.  “You don’t need to fight!  You’re both right.  You are best friends AND big boys!”

“Big boys?”  Reid sniffled.

“Yes, you’re big boys.”

“Best friends?”  Will sniffled.

“Yes, you can be best friends and big boys at the same time!”  I informed them.

They smiled.  “We best friends AND big boys!”  Will said.  They happily returned to playing.

Glad we cleared that one up!

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About jennyvogan

Author of "Stephen's Mom," a blog documenting the funny, crazy life of raising four boys while keeping my day job as an ultrasound tech.
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