Today was the third day of 1st grade for Tate. As I was walking in to pick him up, his principal stopped me to tell me that in the cafeteria at lunch today, a girl in Tate's class was crying. She was just sad and having a rough day. Dr. Kingsley asked if her if there was a friend she would like to sit next to, and if that would make her feel better. She said yes, and Tate, hearing the conversation, rose his hand and said, "Sydney can sit next to me, Dr. Kingsley. I'm her friend." She was thrilled to sit next to Tate and Dr. Kingsley wanted me to know what a good friend he'd been. I couldn't be more proud. He is one of hte most caring, loving and thoughtful kids I know.
