My soon to be eleven-year-old daughter had a sleepover the other day. She was set on making sushi and slime (which turned out to be much less mess than I anticipated) and invited four of her friends, who were just as excited about sushi and slime as she was. The evening began with the giddiness and enthusiasm that only eleven-year-old girls can muster, with everyone laughing and talking all at once. However, soon things changed.
One of the girls, who struggles with regulating her emotions, had a meltdown. This girl was verbally lashing out at the other girls, cry