The saddest thing happened to Otterboy the other night.
He has this friend, I will call Trouble, that has been his great buddy for many years--beginning long before the divorce. Even before they moved to our hometown. Otterboy is always talking about him and he often spends the night when O is at his mom's house. Well, I have never met him and, since school break started this week, I asked if he'd like Trouble to spend the night at our house.
O was excited to call to see if he wasn't grounded (which apparently happens quite often, hence the name) and ask him to spend the night sometime soon. When Otterboy came back into the living room lounge, he had the strangest, puzzled look on his face.
Upon gentle questioning, it was discovered that Trouble's mom had said 'yes' to the overnight, but when she found out it was at our house instead of him mom's, she said 'no.'
Isn't that the saddest thing ever?