There is so much more to this story than meets the eye:
Detective Lt. Tom Ulrich said several family members were in the home when the boy died.
According to reports, his body was discovered after he failed to answer his parent's call to dinner.
Neighbors said he was an outwardly fun-loving boy who played in the large yard of his family's two-story, wood-frame house along Chestnut Avenue, near the former Newcomb Hospital.
The family lived there for about two years without much interaction with neighbors. But all appeared well from a distance, said neighbors bordering the family's home.
An interesting note buried much deeper in the newscopy tells of how the school is on standby with counselors for the children who may have questions about the boys death.
One of the principals quoted as saying, "Children that age may not understand the concept of death. They just know they suddenly feel sad."
But if other seven year old second graders may not understand the concept - what on earth made this boy so depressed, so intensely regretful that he made a noose in his bedroom, figured out the math to get his neck into it and to kick out the prop he was standing on?
The only clue the officials have given us is that he was in the "gifted and talented program" at his school and tha earlier that day he might have been somewhat upset for getting a poor mark.
What are we doing to our kids?