it happened, my worst fear came to fruition...12:00 PM
Max is a big guy, 4' 4" tall and around a 100 pounds. Well, I feared that (ironically enough) he would be bullied in school, and somehow I knew in my mind that it would be by the smallest kid in his class...
Today it happened. He came home with a bloody nose saying that ____ (will remain nameless) punched him in the nose today and he had to go to the office for his bloody nose. His nose was still bleeding a little when he came home so it must have been a pretty good hit smack dab in the face. This certain kid I know and is by far the shortest, skinniest kid in class.
I seriously feel sorry for the kid that Max ever hits back and he has my FULL permission to hit back, but never throw the first punch. Why can't I just keep my kids in a bubble?