We are such bad parents…
Dyson hasn’t seen another kid his age since school broke for the summer. Today he was carrying around Kel’s bag of cotton balls saying they were his cotton ball friends. (The kids do "crafts" with the woman we have coming by between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. during weekdays. On Friday, Kel gave them a bag of cotton balls and some other stuff and told them to make stuff with the specified "ingredients". Keira made a little bed out of paper and tape and put faces on a bunch of cotton balls and put them in the bed. Apparently that gave him the idea.) Tonight, Dyson cut a shape out of paper, drew a (somewhat recognizable) person on it and said it was his friend, Barney. Barney and Dyson had popcorn while watching TV. Barney really liked the book that Keira read to them, so I had to read it again.
Well, his school starts again after Labor Day, so he can get some real friends again…
