he asked me was if there was school today. I told him there was and
he made an "awwww" noise and went back into his room.
A few minutes later, as I was packing up my gear for work I walked
through the kids playroom in the basement. He as sitting in the
corner of the couch curled up. PJ is such a skinny kid that he can
really curl himself into a small little package. I sat down on the
"What's wrong, buddy?" I asked him.
"I just don't like school days, they are so hard for me."
"Well, they are hard, but aren't they fun too?"
"No, I always have a headache and there is a lot of noise and stuff."
The funny thing is that PJ is a lot like me. He is introverted, and
likes video games and computers. He doesn't like being in big crowds.
I felt like I must have gone through the same thing as him, but at
the same time I couldn't do anything to help him. I had to go to
work, and he had to go to school, and all I wanted to do was hug him
and make it all better, but some times you just can't.