Mr Caring

Last week George's friend B was too poorly to come and play. I know that B was back in nursery this week as I met her mum on Monday. Today I asked George if B was feeling better.

"I didn't ask her, but her nose isn't red any more mummy" was the reply. Now I know 4 year olds aren't renowned for their sympathy or empathy, but still. When George had flu just before Christmas (proper can't get off the sofa, fetch me carry me manflu), I was expected to dispense sympathy on a very regular basis. It's obviously a one way street.