Twice this week the little boy who lives below us has come upstairs, knocked on our door, and asked if JJ could come out and play. JJ left, giddy, to go skateboard around the parking lot with his new friend.
When I asked why this child was not in school at 1:00, he informed me that he has behavioral problems and is only allowed to go for half days. Cute.
When people ask me when we are thinking about having children I'm finding it hard not to reply: "I already have one." I wonder how frequent these play-dates will be?