Kids suck

Of course I don’t mean my perfect child…other kids.
Please note: 'perfect' means perfect for me

I asked the guy to pick the princess up from school a couple days a week since a. it would save me some drive time after work, b. it would save me from paying the sitter, and c. he doesn’t have a job! Help me out a little, man.. Anyways…

Princess gets picked up and safely returned home. I receive a text from Rick saying she’s crying because kids at school were making fun of her. What?!? Immediately I call and ask to speak to her.

Well, apparently she forgot to zip up her pants after a restroom trip and a couple kids who she didn’t even know* laughed at her because they could see her underwear. She’s bawling telling me the story, and while I thought maybe I’d silently laugh a little (because come on, is this really a big deal?), I feel my eyes watering. I want to bawl with her. I want to hug her and tell her kids are cruel. I tell her that it happens to grown-ups sometimes and that it’s not right to make fun of other people. I tell her I’m sorry she’s been hurt. In a way, I’m glad I wasn’t with her. I wouldn’t want her to see the tears in my eyes. There is nothing that hits my heart more than a kid in distress. Even when it isn’t life threatening or the worst thing ever. But to a 6-year-old, this broke my heart because it hurt her so badly.

And then, I decided if I found out who those kids were, I’d trip them because that would be the right thing to do.

(*I think it felt worse because the kids weren’t classmates or recognizable to her. I mean, it’s a little different when your BFF teases you a little.)