I had a new experience just the other day while at the park with my kids. My son was off with my husband having fun while I stayed with Charlotte and watched her play on the play ground. (And for those who have read my book, I am getting better at not being the “helicopter mom”; both Charlie and I are growing). This time I watched from afar, giving her the space and trust she has earned. Soon Charlie was face to face with another little girl, I’d say about 5 years old, and just as quickly as Charlie flashed a smile, she swung her tiny hand and hit her potential friend in the face. Not sure why Charlie has developed this custom, but to her it means “let’s play” while the rest of us are confused and offended by a quick slap to the face. So just as I expected, this friendship-moment-gone-wrong friend was just that- offended to the core. “Ouch! That was mean! Get away from me!” The now victim fled the scene and Charlie did her best to follow only to finally realize there was no future friendship with this one.