3:21 pm. Scarlett came over so we could have lunch. At a certain point, Beckett started putting her down. He does it so often that she has become allergic to it, so she started getting very upset. Instead of dropping it, he continued to escalate the put downs and Scarlett got more and more upset. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him to go to his mother’s house and that I would have lunch with Scarlett separately (he had already eaten). He walked away looking hurt. I felt bad and, reconsidering, called out to him. When he turned around, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. “Come with us,” I said. “I don’t want to,” he answered, before turning and walking away.
I felt terrible but I also needed to feed Scarlett so I let it go. Over pizza, Scarlett and I processed what had happened and what to do about it going forward.