durrraahmaaa...say it with flair!

My sweet 8 year old son is a unique child who gives new meaning to the word "sensitive." Here are 2 short stories to illustrate my point:
A few months ago he got off the bus in tears and managed to explain his poor plight to me, amidst all the tears. It went something like this:
"Mom, somebody (sob sob) called me a bad word (sob sob)on the bus." I was of course surprised by this because I know who he sits by, and wouldn't expect that of him. So I coaxed Wesley to tell me the word this young boy used and had to fight back the laughter when he responded "He called me ROBBER." I did my best to explain to him that 'robber' wasn't a bad word and that he needed to not worry about it anymore. Dave and I sure had a laugh about it later though. Fast forward about 6 weeks to the 2nd story. Again, he had just gotten off the bus and he happily informed me he had taken an extra vitamin c to school and gave it to a friend (thinking he was sharing and thus doing no wrong.) Thankfully he wasn't in trouble at school, but I did have to inform him that we can't share our vitamins with kids at school because someone might mistake it for drugs. He was very forlorn about this for a while, but understood my point. This story continued 6 weeks later (present time if you are following the timeline)when he came home yesterday and happily played outside and did his homework, spent30 minutes playing the wii...before sitting down to dinner and promptly bursting into tears about how he didn't feel good. I was immediately frustrated because here I thought my son was sick and should have been resting instead of playing around all afternoon. He said it wasn't his tummy, but said (again between all the tears) that he did something wrong at school. (I'm thinking - oh-no.) The conversation went like this:
"Mom, (sob sob) remember when I gave someone a vitamin at school? (sob sob) Well today I took some of the Mexican candy (paparindos's)(sob-sob) to school and shared it with my friend." I couldn't hold back at this point, especially because of the expression of Alyssa's face as she listened to everything her brother had just confessed to....she was trying not to laugh. I know I should have tried to keep a straight face, but really, is there anything horribly wrong with sharing a piece of candy? I love his sweet ways, but I really fear for him as he gets older - I pray that he will never be ridiculed, but let's face it, it's gonna happen, so I guess I better learn to keep a straight face when he comes home.