No sympathy!

Often some child will come running to the comfort of my mother arms with tear stained face.
"Mama, I don't have anyone to play with," they sob.

Bless their little hearts. (eye roll)

the Mama
when she was a little Davis baby

My children don't realize that I was an only child. I loved to have others to play with but reality was that I often did not. I was very good at entertaining myself for a LONG time. I would play the same "game" for days on end. I can still entertain myself. I can sit for a long time entertained watching other people. I don't understand this always having to have something to do. I'm an expert do-nothing.

There is NO sympathy for this poor little children who are surrounded by playmates day and night.

So, I kiss them. "Then go play by yourself."

the Daddy

They sob some more. I have to send them away to play alone (or pester some sibling into playing with them) just to prove my point. Entertain yourself!

No sympathy.

Bless their little hearts.

The Daddy was an only till he was six years old. So, he doesn't have much sympathy either - but he will tackle them. They don't complain to much to him.