Sympathy

The other day, my wife sprained her pinkie toe. We placed a splint on her left foot to immobilize the toe. While the splint was being placed, my eldest son, Basti, was there watching and crying and shouting "Mommeee!" "Mommeee!"
It must have been traumatic for him to see her mother being placed in a splint and bandaged. At the time, I saw in my son a quality that I didn't expect from him.... sympathy. Sympathy for her mother who was in some pain. I may have the makings of a sensitive child.