I asked my 16 year old son how his day had been.
He said, “Well, I have some bad news.”
He didn’t seem alarmed or agitated so I didn’t panic. In a split second, scenarios of what it could be ran through my head. Bad grade on an assignment, a minor problem with his car, something that happened to one of his friends…
“Is it BIG bad news?” says I.
Son said, “No.”
“Is it small bad news?” I asked.
Son said, “Well, it isn’t small. I lost my crochet iPhone case.”
Phew! Very minor bad news. Continue reading