Called Out as a Bully...

A lovely morning spent at the gym ended with someone in our family being called out as a bully...

If it was the small fiesty boy in the picture above, I would not have been at all surprised...

and, I'm pretty sure I've been called a bully in my day (well, probably more often the other word that begins with a B, but, you get my drift...)

Could a bully lurk beneath that head full of curls and big blue eyes??

I would not have thought so either.

Sweet Kate;

seized the rare opportunity this morning to play a role she has only "seen" played before (most often by her brother)

all of her friends are older and bigger, and, forever the youngest in every class she's been in so far at preschool, when left to play with a group of much younger kids in the awesome kids room at the Y,

She hogged all of the toys, stood up,stuck out her chest and yelled MY TOYS, to whomever dared approach.

I was informed by the staff that she would be moving up to the older kids group....

I'm sure she'll feel more at home there.