Sometimes I'm so proud of my little man

When I picked Colby up from pre-school today, his teacher pulled me aside and told me what a big help Colby was today. A special needs little boy joined their class today, who is about the same size and age as Colby. His teacher told me that in gym class today, they have a bike built for 2 (like a little police patty wagon) and Colby drove him all round the gym, going slowly as not to scare him and constantly asking him "Max, are you ok? Are you having fun?" I admit, I welled up when she told me that. Children can be really cruel, but yet here's my little angel, playing with another little angel as if there were no differences between them at all. When I asked Colby about Max, he told me quite excitedly that they had the same hair color (they're both blonde). Colby didn't once mention that Max couldn't walk well, and I don't know if he has any developmental problems, but all Colby took away from him is that Max is his new friend and they have the same hair color.