Because you never mess with Mama Bear
On Friday we had to pick up the kids early from school so we could head on down to G-town for our cousins funeral.
When Cory got in the car, Bill noticed that he had a scratch and bruise on his face, so he asked him how he got it.
Cory replied “T tackled me, then his brother D kicked me in the face”.
Yes, you are correct. I just about exploded. These 2 kids have been giving the other children nothing but trouble.
We talked to Cory, and he told us that he did NOT want us to talk with the teachers about it. He did not want to be a tattle tale.
Today was report card day, and I had to go to school and pick them up from the teachers. On my way out, I happened to walk by “D”, so I stopped and said “Hey! Aren’t you D?” and he said “Yes” and I cheerfully said “D, I understand that you kicked Cory in the face.” and he said “No I didn’t. I don’t know what you are talking about”.
Little shit.
I leaned in real close and said “Yes you did D, and I have somethig to say to you. Don’t you DARE*EVER*MESS*WITH MY*SON*AGAIN. Got it?”
He just glared at me, shrugged his shoulders and walked off, glancing back at me nervously.
I just stood there and glared back at him.
Mama bear is on patrol. Watch it!
Way to go mama bear!
Oh, Lordy. Some day I’m going to have to face this kind of stuff and it won’t be pretty. Hopefully you scared him straight!
Yay! You’re my hero–seriously! I haven’t had to deal with anything like this–yet–but if I do, I hope I can handle it like you did.
I would have done the same thing. Only I might have pinched him hard under the arm for emphasis.
Good for you! I don’t know if I would have been able to restrain myself from twisting his arm or something. I say it’s time for Cory to learn some karate!
way to go, mama bear!
I’m impressed you handled it so well, you are totally my hero. I hope it’s over now.
You go Mamma Bear.
I’m with Mel and Black Belt mama… I think I would want to hurt him.
Mature (not) I know—but all the same…