Phee came home yesterday upset that her ‘friends’ had eaten her lunch. Well, they strip mined the good bits and left Phee with just the sandwich. One of these ‘friends’ also cut Phee’s finger with a pair of scissors a week or so ago.
I know that this all part of growing up and Phee will have to eventually learn to fight her own battles but not now. After going through the “Tell them no” & “if they do it again go and see your teacher” speeches from Rae and I, I told her this morning to tell these girls to leave her food alone otherwise her dad would come and deal with them, and I’m big and scary. So, six year old hoods – beware. You don’t frighten me.