“Who did you play with at recess today, honey?”

“No one.”

“What do you mean ‘no one’?”

“All of my best friends that I usually play with were absent.”

“So what did you do?”  Mom face drops into a worried frown.  Memories of recesses spent sitting alone next to the lunch ladies come rushing back.  Urge to grab baby monkey and cuddle him within an inch of his life takes hold.  Pink Floyd’s “Mother” begins to play faintly in the background.

“I sat in a corner by myself . . . and thought about my life.”

Record scratch.  “You did what?”

He grins.  “I’m just kidding, Mom!”