Tuesday, November 20, 2012
First thing this Monday morning, Artie began blustering around my room, charging, "You betrayed me! We had a truce, and then you betrayed me!"
Seriously?! He couldn't wait five minutes to throw a fit?! Couldn't he at least say "Good morning"?
Since there was just myself and Billy in the room, I assumed he was talking to Billy.
"Will you please explain what you mean, Artie?" I gently inquired.
"He laughed at me when I took my sweatshirt off and my t-shirt went up and showed my belly!"
"Yes!" Never mind that this was three days later; I learned a long time ago that it's easier to go along with Artie than to try to reason with him when he's in a mood like that.
Before I get any further, though, I must interject to tell you that Artie is sort of...chunky; apparently, Billy had gotten an eyeful.
'Billy," I asked, full of hope for an apology that would have helped steer Artie in a more positive direction, "is there something you could think of that might help this situation?"
"Well," Billy said to Artie, with cheerful, innocence. "You could try getting a little exercise."
Quickly cutting him off (thankfully, Billy had apparently lost Artie's attention), I clarified, "No, Billy; I meant you. Is there anything you could do to make your friend who was hurt by your laughter feel better?
"I could apologize...."
"Oh, that's a great idea."
"Artie, I apologize for laughing at you," Billy offered sincerely. "Will you please forgive me?"
Artie's "Yes" was automatic.
And just like that, all was right in the world.