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Good vs. Butt-hole

scan0001Recently, we had to sit down and discuss the signs of ‘good’ friends vs. ‘bad’ friends with Tommy.

He has some really good friends. Mommy-approved friends. They’re good kids with good morals and come from good families. Yes, there’s fights from time to time, maybe a scuffle over who gets which toy, but nothing too horrible. Nothing they can’t handle on their own.  At the end of the day they’re begging to stay together or asking when they can get together again.

And then there’s these little butt-holes who are not ‘good’ friends. They have disgusting mouths and talk back to every adult in the neighborhood. No respect for anyone or any rules. And I recently found out, they like to pick on my son.

So, one night while the 3-year-old was riding her bike up and down the sidewalk in front of our house, we called Tommy over to the yard to talk about it. I could tell he was a little embarrassed. Maybe a little confused, too.

We asked what happened and then explained why what those kids did was wrong. We talked about how a ‘good’ friend acts. We discussed why he’d even want to be friends with those kids.

“They’re cool. They’re in Jr. High.”

“Oh Tommy. Some of the dumbest people I ever met were in Jr. High.”

We went over respecting yourself and others, treating people the way you want to be treated, and the importance of good manners, even if you’re a boy and your doing normal, rotten boy-things. We also touched on when to defend yourself.

“We’re not violent people, Tommy. Always try to leave a situation rather than hitting someone. But if they hit you, you defend yourself. Understand?” He understood. He also asked his dad to show him how to punch…just in case.

We then told him to stay away from those kids. If they want to come and play in my yard while I’m watching them, that’s fine. But he is not to go down to their house anymore. He understood. He nodded.

When the talk was over, he rode off on his bike (in the opposite direction of the older kids house), and Steven and I stood with our arms around each other watching.

“He’s a good kid.”

“Yep.”

“You think he understand what we were saying?”

“Mostly.”

I then kissed Steven on the cheek and headed for the front door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go get some matches.”

“Why?”

I yelled back without turning around, “So I can go burn those little fucker’s house down!”

So much for not being violent people. Steven then had to sit me down and explain ‘good’ parents from ‘psychopath’ parents. I think I got it. We’ll see how the rest of the summer goes.

Thanks for reading!

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