On our walk home from school the other day, my son was distraught. He did not get to kiss his kindergarten sister goodbye and apparently his world was ending. His weepy wailing echoed throughout the neighborhood. I tried to distract him, "How about if we paint when we get home? What if we go on a walk? Let's make play dough. . ."
Nothing could cheer him. Finally I asked, "What would make you feel better?" He sobbed, "Let's go to the store and buyyyy stuff (sniff). That will make me feel better."