Almost every day last week, the Princess came home with a story about someone who had "a mean face" or "someone said something with a mean voice" or "someone said something mean" or "someone played with someone else".
I tried to be sympathetic. I was sympathetic. I tried to be understanding. I was understanding.
And then I reached the end of my quickly fraying rope.
And I said "Princess, are people really that mean to you? Or are you just too damn sensitive."
To which she replied "I am just too damn sensitive."