“Honey you need to eat something. Do you want me to toast a bagel for you and you can eat it on the Paw Cat Sunflower T-Shirt ? Toast?” She didn’t even acknowledge my words. She made a beeline for the car, methodically placed her backpack neatly in the seat next to hers and got in. I was kind of baffled. This was all really strange and very unlike her normal self. She’d been quiet, but not rude. I dropped the kids off and headed to work. My mind was miles away, wondering what those little wheels in Kinley’s brain were churning. I pondered whether or not I should find a child psychologist. Kinley had spoken to a grief counselor at the hospital and for a few weeks after being discharged, but the counselor had never shown any major concern. She was quite pleased with Kinley’s progress and acceptance of the situation. She had expressed emotion and was willing and able to voice her pain. This was healthy, according to the professional. She did tell me that it could change, and that this sweet six year old might start to develop some strange or unusual behaviors. Maybe that’s what this was.