"Funny" G story:
We luckboxed and picked a neighborhood where there are a lot of other 3rd graders. So G has a bunch of friends within a few houses away. It's very nice to have a lot of friends that close. We have a small shed/barn in the back yard, so the boys like to use the upstairs as a clubhouse. Our house is also centrally located, so oftentimes they will come over here to play. The other parents like us and seem to think that G is an awesome, super-polite and super-socially mature kid. Because he is - most of the time.
Of course I had to put on my best poker face and act all enraged - I called over G and told him to get in the house... told him why that was bad and disrespectful, and at the same time, made it a point to tell EH he's older and shouldn't be "instigating" fights by name calling towards the 3rd graders. And Mrs. Fly took G over to the neighbor's house later so that G could apologize. G is grounded indefinitely (I'm guessing a "few" weeks - the Mrs. and I haven't talked about it). Yada yada yada.
But c'mon! A "small" part of me wanted to give him a high five. Because a lot of kids when confronted by an bigger and older kid would shirk away. Gotta love that tenacious, go f*ck yourself spirit. I wonder where he gets it from? I like my kids to have a little fight in them... you don't get to the top of anything by being a mousy little follower.
Of course, a lot of people in prison are probably saying the same thing, so in case my parental talks with G are ineffective, I have to grind hard to get that bail money ready.
[sigh. My posts are going to suck once G figures out I'm blogging and I know he's subscribing to it. But don't worry - I think that's still a few years away.]
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