Little kids have friends. They have buddies. They also have that kid that their parents stick them with on a regular basis who doesn’t know who any of the Ponies are, keeps snatching toys, and says infuriating things like, “Mine is better.” All. The. Time. Their parents do this because the other Mommy is awesome and makes great playtime snack food and the kids are within two years of age.
In case we as parents have missed it, Fiona has informed me that this is not the same thing as friendship.
“She are not my friend. Her mommy is your friend.” She sighs horribly, “That’s not the same.”
I have been informed.