I lost my sh*t in the school parking lot and went all Rambo on big kid. He told his dad, "Mom acted like I was a hooligan! She grabbed my shirt and yelled cuss words at me!" Well...okay...GUILTY! But when big kid slammed the trunk lid on lil brother's collar bone which threw him onto the asphalt in writhing, screaming agony, I crossed to the DARK SIDE. And tasting blood was the only thing that was going to calm the beast... Truth be told, the only reason big kid lived to tell about my misdeeds was because the marching band was practicing in the parking lot, and I wasn't sure that I could contain that many witnesses. Long story short: lil brother has a bad bruise but no broken bones, and big kid had to be his personal slave for the next hour as penance for his stupidity. Can you imagine having lil brother as the boss of you??? I give myself major creativity points on this one.
So later I call in big kid to apologize for being such a crazed mama grizzly bear who nearly ate her young for breakfast. And he mosty forgave me...so I offered him a trip to Sweet CeCe's if that would speed up the forgiveness process. And he felt pretty sure that that would cover his attorney fees and damages and future therapy bills. So I tell him we will officially bury the hatchet, but he tells me, "Too late. Lil brother just told all the kids in driveway that you tried to wrestle me down then cussed me out." ...F@#$!
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