It was picture day at school today, for both The Eldest and The Middle One.
Hot Wife decked them out as pretty as can be, one in a sleeveless little number, the other in skirt and frilly blouse.
Tonight, just before dinner, The Eldest recounted her day, among other things telling us that a classmate told her that in her frilly blouse she looked like a boy.
Go figure. Frilly blouse, boy.
Whatever.
In any case, I sensed a teaching moment.
Eldest, I said, if you get teased again, all you have to do is say that you like your shirt and don't look like a boy. And walk away.
Then out of earshot I muttered 'or kick her in the face... or scratch her eyes out... or punch her lights out' because really, it's never too early to teach your children to not take shit off a playground punk.
Of course I kid.
I don't advocate violence as a solution to a schoolyard skirmish, though I do loathe bullies with a passion.
And while I know enough to not confuse a kindergartner's ribbing for bullying, I also hope it stops there.
Kids should be able to wear what they want, be who they are, without having to hear the catcalls from the peanut gallery. In kindergarten it's fine and forgotten quickly.
But let it fester, to first or fourth or fifth grade and beyond, well then I give my kid full right to let the claws come out.
totally agree. Unfortunately in the land of school's that advocate non-violence, the kid who punches the jerk lands in hot water. The jerk then becomes the victim and you're dealing with a whole new set of problems. I wish that it was as simple as kick his/her ass ( and I've given my kid permission to do it without punishment from us). Good luck as you tread into the social waters of school taunting/bullying. Brutal!
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Wow...the little miss isn't starting school for another 3 years, but already dreading the school taunting/bullying.
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