Today we had two of Pip's friend's from his old school over for a play date. It was very nice to see them and they had a blast. There was one moment in the day, though, that cracked me up (at least once it was over and resolved).
Vivie and I were painting in the playroom (an activity long before abandoned by Pip, Morgan, and Adam) when Morgan and Adam came running in reporting that Pip was growling and scaring them. I brushed it off at first figuring they'd resolve it on their own, but a few minutes later they were back with the same complaint. So I went to investigate. Sure enough, Pip was up in the loft growling in the corner. He said he was playing Smaug the dragon and was quite upset that they wouldn't play it with him. I explained they didn't like this game and he rolled over onto his back with full grump face on.
As he spiraled downward he said he was hurt that they didn't like his game and that he thought they didn't like him anymore either. I reassured him that this was not true, they just didn't like the game. But his heels were dug in and he refused to give up Smaug. Not sure what else to do (but knowing from experience that coercion only makes matters worse), I told him he'd have to pull himself together and come back down when he was ready to play nice.
Then I went down and apologized to Morgan and Adam and suggested they play on their own until he returned. After a couple more minutes I heard Pip calling out again. I went into the room and asked what he needed "NOT YOU MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!" About face. Calling continued, but this time I could make out that he was calling for Morgan and Adam. They took a turn going to see what he needed. Gracious little ones. To my amusement, they came back to me reporting that Pip said if they sent him a love note he would come down and play nice. The love note had to have two hearts and say "PIP".
So Adam and Morgan, amused by this, got to work on two love notes. Morgan's had two hearts and said "PIP"; Adam "ADAM L" and "PIP" were good enough. They were hand delivered. Pip was very happy. He descended from his pity party and came down all smiles, hugging it out with Adam and Morgan and playing the rest of the day happy as clams.
There is something very deep in this little story about wanting control and not getting it and being able to express how this makes one feel profoundly disconnected and alone. Maybe I read too far ... but I was impressed that he was able to express himself and ask for a little love from his friends. And I was relieved that Adam and Morgan were willing to give him the assurance he needed. Here are their notes:

Onto more surface matters ... it was also a beautiful day today and Pip and Viv spent lots of time outside. We went for a family walk/run/trike adventure down the new neighborhood. Daddy ran with Pip and Viv (alternating) in the jogging stroller. I walked with each in turn and Vivie rode her trike a bit. They ended it by giving Phil rock tickets for rides on the Stroller Coaster. An awesome ride involving a sprint (Phil running, pushing the stroller) up the top of our little hill and then a full speed ahead dash back down to a crash landing in the slowly melting snow pile at the end of our driveway.