Mr. Sensative

Oh dear. Today in the car on the way to the library, we were listening to a particularily melancholy string piece. We all made up a story about a sad ghost and how a tiger ate him, etc. We pulled into the parking lot and I looked back at Ted. Tears were streaming down his face. I said in surprise, "What's wrong? Did that music make you sad?" and he burst into tears, nodding. Then Sam started tearing up because Ted was crying. I ended up holding Ted in the back seat while he sobbed. Then on to Sam to calm him down. Geesh!! On the way home I switched the station when the 2nd (usually slow and sad) movement of a piece came on! What an empathetic little sweetheart - and over a ghost, no less!!