That's a lot when your seven.
One day I pulled him out of the class because of a bump he had with another kid. Essentially the other kid bounced off the little guy when turned around.
Buddy I said to him you're bigger. You need to watch yourself.
I know, Mr Birdley, but he pushed me first
I'm not upset about who-pushed-who-first, you're bigger than them. You need to be careful. Even when you're playing, you can do dammage.
Ah, I (stretches out the "I") see Mr Bird, it's b'cause I'm bigger.
Then, just yesterday, the little guy became one of my line leaders. Which means he's leading the pack down the stairs while the pre-first kids are coming up the stairs and, just like all little kids whose shoes are the most interesting thing in the world, the smaller guy wasn't looking up and didn't see the soft wall he ran into at the first landing.
uh-oh, I thought.
I could see the situation playing out in the Little Guys head - he was the bigger vessel and this smaller guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Then I counted them ... one .. two .. three .. .. three chest bumps. The Little guy was trying to bounce them smaller guy off his chest.
I'm going to have one child with a cracked head, and another one that's still going to think the little guy was in the wrong place.
This little guy reminds me so much of another Big Guy I know.
