Cory invited the boys and me to a Youth Leaders meeting at a local pizza parlor. Unfortunately, I got a little confused and went to the wrong place. I finally realized my error and drove to the correct parlor. While parking I explained to Zane what I had done. He responded, "Poor Mommy." Zane unknowingly melted my frustration simply by tenderly offering his empathy.
He is using the phrase "Poor ...." more often. He learned it from Dumbo. Tonight he asked me for a donut and I told him we didn't have any. After affirming that truth several times he stated, "Poor Zane" followed by "Poor Mommy" and finally "Poor Luke." Evidently the lack of donuts in our home made him sad for all of us.
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