Taking One For The Team
Yesterday, the Man-Cub came home from school with a nasty scratch on his arm. When I asked him how he got it, he told me that one of his classmates, let’s call him Cameron (for that is his name) had scratched him. The Girl then piped up with, as Paul Harvey would say, the rest of the story…..
….Cameron, it appears, was calling The Girl names. Nasty, foul names that have no business being in a second-grader's vocabulary and, the Man-Cub had risen to her defense which is when Cameron-hereto after to be known as CaMORON 'cause, god, what a moron-turned totally sissy and scratched the Man-Cub's arm before turning tail and running away like the candy-ass he is.
“It was so cool, Mom! The Man-Cub stood up to CaMORON and told him not to call his sister names! He was. Like, totally defending me!”
To which the Cub merely shrugged and said “No one calls my sister names.” And, as he turned to look out the window, “Except me.”
I am so proud.
You've done a great job with those kids! I got goose bumps reading about him sticking up for his sister. I hope Mason would do the same thing.....ReplyDelete
That's cool. I'd be proud too! Doesn't CaMoron know that Man Cub is a champion wrestler?ReplyDelete