It seems my Life Lessons post about wondering whether my sweet 6.5yo boy has any Bad Ass in him came in a timely manner.
Because he was hit by one of his friends 2x last week.
It’s being looked into, and is most likely just bad aim or a bad call by a kid who’s probably in some serious hot water with his parents right now.
My son is not taking it personally, still considers this kid a friend, and is glad he got an apology out of him once the school principal brought them in to suss things out.
From now on, I’m making sure my kid is better at dodging errant fists (or deliberate ones) and has the stones to say “What was that for?”, should a fist fly near his face again*.
*I’m a girl who likes to know why I’m being swung at. I don’t think this is an unreasonable inquiry.
I’m being calm and reasonable and rational and mature and open-minded.
And it stinks.
I hate that I can’t follow my kid around, protecting him from The World.
I wanna be over-reactive and irrationally over-protective.
This is when having an opinionated little girl is comforting.
Because today when I calmly, reasonably asked how his day was, if he played without incident at recess, and the name of the boy who hit him last week came up? She had something to say.
She put her hand on her hip, she pointed her finger in the air, and with the Tone of Justice coloring her 4.5yo alien-chicken voice declared:
You know what, Mama? I wanna take that kid and shove him in the toilet. That’s what I wanna to do him. He shouldn’t hit.
You know what, kid?
Here’s a cookie.
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