Another Point of Singularity

My son, being a natural anarchist with little regard to "the Rules", combined with an overwhelming, naive trust in humanity, is often set up by the little rat bastards in his first grade class. Getting Little G. to be the fall guy for mischief is starting to be an art form for a little clique of kids in his home room. I've complained to the school, and tried to get him moved, but they blocked that because they thought Garrett would have MORE trouble afterward.

So I'm a little pissed off at this gang of tiny, malicious shitheads. And being a dad, and being Irish, I look after my own blood..

So today, I'm dropping Little G. off to sit in line to go into home room, the little gang of four tried the same old "get Garrett in trouble game with his Dad.. yeah, great idea!" So the first thing they say to me is "Hey, Garrett's dad, Garrett is ALWAYS getting in trouble-- he has to go to the principal's office sometimes".

Uh oh, you done picked the WRONG guy to say that to, goat-boy.

I leaned casually down, big shit-eating grin on my face... I took off my sunglasses and made my eyes glow red. "you know what?? if you tell on Garrett ONE MORE TIME... I'll make sure you don't pass on to second grade, and stay in first grade again all next year, and EVERYONE WILL LAUGH AT YOU... YEAH!. I KNOW who you are..." (still grinning)

I put my shades back on and gave Little G. a hug and said goodbye, turned around to smirk at their slack jawed faces.. and stopped again, mime-ing "I SEE you... he he heeeee...."

Well, it felt good at the time, but it's really a tad mean in retrospect, even if they are a gang of bullying shitbags. So now I'm sitting here with the remains of a bucket of chicken and a bottle of Ortleibs, and I feel bad about it.

Thanks for sharing.

Natch, if I get a horrified phone call from G's teacher, I'll deny everything.

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