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A few weeks ago my 5th grader was the butt of a class joke.
It was a typical Wednesday when I picked Boy Wonder up from school. As he walked out of the gate I spotted a look on his face I hadn’t seen before, a rare combination of defeat and aggression. I immediately asked if he was OK and received a quiet “yeah” in exchange for my concern.
We slowly made our way out of the crowd of parents, students, and roller backpacks when a girl raced up to him and kicked his roller backpack hard. I can only assume she didn’t know I was his mother, brazen little missy.
His face changed from defeat to fury as he proceeded to kick the living daylights out of her roller backpack before I could stop him. “Stop!” I screamed. The girl looked at me, breathed a heavy sigh of disgust and disappeared into the crowd.
“What was that all about?” I asked. He said nothing. We walked home in awkward silence…[read more]
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