Are you mice, or men? 

I have this whole post on bullying planned out, then something happened when I picked up Hugo from aftercare today.

Hugo is in kindergarten, and seems sensitive to being smaller than the big kids. I was late and he was the last kid  there. I ran in with Jack in my arms to find Hugo sitting with four ladies who supervise the aftercare kids. I found out today that they adore him, so that’s a load of my mind. I always want the people I entrust with my children with to love  them like I do. 

One of the ladies pointed to Hugo’s pants and I assumed he’d had an accident. But it was mud. 

“Three boys pushed Hugo into the mud, ” she said, but no one seemed concerned. One prompted him by saying they’d spoken about making good choices and not challenging other boys when they got aggressive. 

“But what did you say to the boys before they pushed you in the mud?” 

Hugo replied “I said.. Are you mice, or men?” 

We all cracked up while he stood there perfectly straight – faced. He then admitted that he wanted to wrestle them all in the mud. So no harm done. 

I don’t know whether I’m more curious about where he heard that our how the older boys knew to be insulted 😄