Charlie's best friend at preschool--here we'll call him Nigel--told Charlie that his ear looked like poo poo. Also, a girl in his class who will be going to the same elementary school as Charlie said the same thing.
Here is where I fall apart, right?
Funny thing. I am not any more upset about this than if Nigel said Charlie's elbow looked like poo poo, or if someone told Summer that her freckles were anything less than the most fabulous spectacular gorgeous adorable feature one could ever ever have (because I'm envious of them myself), or if someone told Oscar that his diaper smelled like poo poo (which, oh look at that, it does).
In other words, this is no different than any other kid-to-kid nastiness, which we all encountered and/or will encountered, except for Jeff who's perfect so don't pay any attention to him.
I find this interesting. The fact that I am not paralyzed with pain and distress. I am appropriately concerned, but no more than that. I talked to the preschool teacher about it and she gave the requisite circle time talk about being nice to each other. And Charlie wants me to give a talk to his class about how his ear is just made that way and it's always been that way and it's OK, which I find kind of shocking but I'm happy to do it. I think. I offered to do it because some people on the Yahoo microtia message board say they have done that for their kids. Charlie said yes. I asked him again a day later and he said yes again.
And Nigel will not be invited to the birthday party.
