Call It What You Want...

This morning at MOPS when I was checking Adam in to the 2's class, Mark met up with his friend Autumn, who also has a brother in the 2's room. They played together while the moms checked the little guys in, and then it was off for the trek to the 4's class. It's a rather long way to the 4's room, as they ran out of space for all the kids in the "close" classes, and Mark and Autumn held hands and skipped all the way there.

Class was fun for everyone, all went well. I picked Mark up first and we made the trip all the way to the other end of the church to get Adam. While I was getting Adam and his stuff, I saw Autumn appear, her face streaked with tears.

Apparently, it was our fault. IT SEEMS that Mark left class before she did, and she didn't get to tell him goodbye. Or give him his hug and kiss, so it seems. Hugs were exchanged, and more hugs as it took a few more minutes to get little brothers into their coats. Her tears only completely stopped when I told her that maybe sometime she could come over and play with Mark (they live in the neighborhood across the way from ours). Her face brightened, and she turned to her mom and said, "I can come to MARK'S house to play sometime!!!" She might have even been breathless.

We walked out together, Mark and Autumn holding hands again. He talked about her most of the way home (except when I forced him to tell me about the police officer who visited their class today). He talked about having her come over. (This might be the first friend he's been excited about inviting over, by the way. Except for "his Reynoldses" of course, and his cousins.)

Awwwwww.