Empathy

For the first time ever last night, my son demonstrated emapthy for another person, other than us, his parents.
We watched the Chipmunk Movie last night, and at the end they show the evil guy who wanted to take advantage of the Chipmunks crying. And Monster turned to us and said, "I hate sad endings!" and started bawling. The three of us sat down there in the family room, Monster snuggled up on hubby's lap, and talked about how it is sad to see other people lose something they want, but that this movie was supposed to be a happy ending because the Chipmunks ended up with the person who really loved them and took good care of them.
We couldn't convince Monster that the bad guy really deserved to lose the Chipmunks because he didn't care about them really. But he cared, M insists, because he was crying.

It's proof that empathy is taking root and growing in his mind. This is a good thing. I hate to see him in tears over pretend movies about talking chipmunks. But at least he's learning.