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Poor Rabbit. I feel for you, MM, I really do. The smaller they are, the louder the heart breaks.

The letter worked a treat. Teacher was on the phone by 9.30am Monday morning reporting that she had spoken to Firstborn at length, and had then taken all the offending children on one side and prophesied many hours spent languishing in disgrace in the school secretary's office if the behaviour didn't stop immediately. She also picked out a couple of little girls to 'look after' Firstborn, which seems to be all that was needed to form a friendship - Firstborn has been talking about these girls non-stop all week, to the point that we are now embarking on a brave new world of out-of-school playdates.

Let's face it, school sucks. And I suspect it's only going to get worse.

I think I too need to dust off the boxing gloves and teach Firstborn how to land an effective right-hook.

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