Here’s a conversation I had with my ten-year-old son. Man, I just had to share it.
“How was your first week of school?”
“Short or long version, mom?”
“Okay. We did some penmanship stuff, organized our lockers, I got my list of new words. Still learning that. Did math, multiplication stuff. I made that macaroni card—”
“That was lovely.”
“—and I stood up to this bully. We choose groups for class Jeopardy. Stacy’s on my team again. She better help out this time…”
“Yeah, mom. Roxie’s kid, Arthur? Tall, wore that yellow shirt on Wednesday. Ring any bells?
“Mom, the lady who just moved into the house across the street from Joanna. You just got off the phone about this.”
“Oh, Roxie. Hold on, mister. You need to stop eavesdropping on my phone calls… Should I speak to Joanna about this?”
“No, I took care of it mom.”
“You ignore the gestures and threats and hold your ground. Bullies can smell fear. It’s like their food.”
Sometimes, it’s better to run!
“And who taught you this, smarty-pants?”
“The Discovery Channel, did like a special on predator sy-cha-lo- something.”
“Yeah, Sy-ca-logy. A predator wants fear. If they don’t detect it, they’ll look somewhere else. Mom, you should try it. I just stood there and was like, ‘Arthur, you’re not scary. Cut it out.’ So he just left me alone.”
“I think he wants friends. He’s the new kid. Maybe you should find out what he likes?”
“I can’t be friends with the enemy, mom. He’s on team B for group Jeopardy.”