An eight-year-old boy walks through his front door in tears. His Christian mum walks in behind him. They are just back from the school run.
He runs off to his room shouting: ‘I’m never going to school again.’ He says he has no friends. He says he always plays alone. Every night he cries, begging his mum to let him stay at home, ‘just for tomorrow’.
Mum slumps down at the kitchen table. What will she say this time? What will she do this time? See his teacher again? Book a playdate with the nearest thing to a friend? Ask to see the head teacher? Take him for an even larger McDonald’s?
