|March 12, 2012|
|Just ignore the sheer terror on Josiah's face.|
A few weeks ago I caught Sheehan protecting Autumn from a 4 year old bully at the playground. He told him to stop then kicked the little boy in the eye. On the same day, there was another bully on the playground. He blocked the entrance to the slide so there was a line four kids deep waiting to get on. He wouldn't budge. As Autumn was climbing up the ladder the kid sized her up and snarled, "is she a baaaay-bee?"
I countered the little potato chip on his shoulder with the cow chip on my own. "She's three! How old are you (punk)?"
As haughty as a teenager, he replied, "I'm two." I sneered and thought, Yeah, that's right you're two, you little twerp, she's older than you and she's tough and she'll take you down. Look at her. She's completely ignoring you because you're so nominal to her. That's right...That's right...Tough guy.