Saturday, August 10, 2013
Growing Up With Some Help
The Fight
-We were in heavy coats so not as bad. But...
I was sneaky. Tripped him and then couldn’t
stop pounding him. Mr Tessler, the Rec
Supervisor, yanked me off him.
-Terrible. How is...?
-He, like, I don’t know, all sobs.
-Five percent physical injury, ninety five percent
humiliation.
-Yeah? Well, Dad says kids have scrapes.
-Stop! You’re on the hook! You did an awful awful thing!
-Well it’s too late now to...
-Go right now to tell him you’re sorry!
-I don’t know where he lives! We meet at the playground!
-But it’s ten to one he’s on your cell, no?
-(Weakly) Yeah.
-Call him immediately!
-What’ll I say?
-Say? SAY!
Labels: apology, children's quarrels, dustup, fight, fistfight, Justice, mentoring
