We just picked up Joe from a playdate. In the car he said that the babysitter - the other boy's nanny - had said something strange.
"What was that," we asked.
"She asked me how many brothers and sisters I have, and I said I have two brothers but one died.
She said, 'cool.'"
Mom asked Joe if that hurt his feelings. He said yes.
Jack then cautioned Joe that he didn't need to blurt out that his brother died. I understand what Jack is saying, but I told Joe that he should never feel uncomfortable telling people the truth.
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