One night last week, Clara got pretty upset at bedtime. I heard her crying from downstairs and went up to check on her.
When I got upstairs, she was sobbing. When I asked what was wrong she said, "My heart is sick." I asked why she thought her heart was sick and she said, "Because Brandon broke my heart."
Turns out that she was sad because in a game they played earlier that evening, Brandon didn't keep the cards that Clara had given to him. His rejection of her cards apparently was very personal to her.
I calmed her down and Brandon assured her that he loved her very much and she settled down to sleep. When I told this story to James, I saw panic in his eyes. He's not sure how he's ever going to handle the teenage years if this is any indicator.
