It all started out just fine. Then, my spirited son decided to give Buddy Bear a quick slap on the back of the head.
Buddy didn’t really like that. It seemed that Buddy Bear said something not-so-nice about Jack after the little slap. Jack looked at me as if to say, “Mom! Did you hear that??!” I had to remind him that he had just slapped Buddy on the back of the head.
The next thing I know, these two good friends are going at each other like there’s no tomorrow. No matter how many times you tell these kids that serious fights can start out as just a friendly punch or slap, they never learn. Oh wait! That's what I said for 9 years to my 6th graders. Old habits die hard. It’s hard to say who had the upper hand, but it’s safe to say they were both holding their own for a while. They were each trying to put the hurt on the other.
Eventually, my son did gain the upper hand (we aren’t raising a sissy here!), and he took control of Buddy Bear, winning this photo shoot-turned-wrestling match by biting Buddy’s ear and body slamming him. That’s my boy!
And the two decided that they’d rather be friends than fight.
I’m sure that’s a friendly pat on the back, right? My son couldn’t possibly be an instigator, right?