My first grader got into a fight with one of his classmates. They called each other names, threatened to hit each other, and finally my son threw the other child’s water-bottle out the window. After patiently hearing him out, I started telling him how he shouldn’t resort to violence, when he interrupted.
“But what about Anita”, he said, naming a fifth grader.
“What about her?”
“She scolded me and threw out my water-bottle. First scold her.”
He did have a point, but I was powerless to do anything.
Is there any job more difficult than that of being a parent?
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