I know I planned on telling The Rabbit's teacher all about the infractions being splayed upon her. So I took her to school this morning and saw this in the classroom:
She walked in and began joyfully playing hopscotch on a rug with a little boy who she says has hit her and tells her he can't play with her.
The main girl bully was being coaxed out of a cubby and then sat sulking in a chair, refusing to take part in morning activities.
The second girl bully was tattling on some other boys to her teacher, whining that they said they were the boss.
Of course, yes, I know that it is these very acts of anti-social behavior that could be leading these creatures to go after my cheerful, smiling Rabbit. But I also realized that she seemed to be able to still walk into the classroom happy and cheerful -- despite the problems she's having. And that, frankly, she seemed more well adjusted than these other kids.
We also spent 20 minutes last night role-playing with her before she went to bed: The Prince and I were the bullies and The Rabbit had to, well, tell us off:
"Don't talk to me like that."
"Don't touch me."
"I am not a baby. And I don't want to play with you."
She loved it.
And as a capper, The Prince dug out his boxing gloves this morning. He's dusting off some old moves, and plans to teach The Rabbit a few neat, uh, tricks. Okay, okay. Don't rail at me. But just imagine this sweet scenario:
One swift punch in the nose at the next mini-vulture that hits her, calls her baby or otherwise terrorizes her and while she may land on the time-out bench for the day, she's probably home free through high school.
She walked in and began joyfully playing hopscotch on a rug with a little boy who she says has hit her and tells her he can't play with her.
The main girl bully was being coaxed out of a cubby and then sat sulking in a chair, refusing to take part in morning activities.
The second girl bully was tattling on some other boys to her teacher, whining that they said they were the boss.
Of course, yes, I know that it is these very acts of anti-social behavior that could be leading these creatures to go after my cheerful, smiling Rabbit. But I also realized that she seemed to be able to still walk into the classroom happy and cheerful -- despite the problems she's having. And that, frankly, she seemed more well adjusted than these other kids.
We also spent 20 minutes last night role-playing with her before she went to bed: The Prince and I were the bullies and The Rabbit had to, well, tell us off:
"Don't talk to me like that."
"Don't touch me."
"I am not a baby. And I don't want to play with you."
She loved it.
And as a capper, The Prince dug out his boxing gloves this morning. He's dusting off some old moves, and plans to teach The Rabbit a few neat, uh, tricks. Okay, okay. Don't rail at me. But just imagine this sweet scenario:
One swift punch in the nose at the next mini-vulture that hits her, calls her baby or otherwise terrorizes her and while she may land on the time-out bench for the day, she's probably home free through high school.
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