"Scratchy boy"

It happened the first day. My son had already been bullied or picked on. He came home spinning tales of "scratchy boy" for days after he started school.

Scratchy boy scratched me, hence the name. Scratchy boy wouldn't stop touching me. Scratchy boy hit me in my mouth.

Did you tell the teacher? No. Did it hurt? No, not really. Did you tell him to stop? No. Did you cry? No. For the most part, he didn't seem too troubled by this little tyrant.

I did what any responsible parent would and emailed the teacher. She apologized and said she'd keep an eye on things but that "scratchy boy" was having some adjustment issues so Hunter was probably telling the truth.

Since then things have calmed down and we've since learned his real name. Hunter likes to come home telling me whatever he did that day and how many tickets he lost. I always tell Hunter that is really not important to me but that I am more concerned if he looses a ticket or gets into trouble. He always responds " I never get a ticket! I am always good. I just get better and better. " That's my boy.

I asked him one time what happens when you loose all of your tickets and he said " they take you outside and shoot you!" with all seriousness. I laughed and said that I am sure they don't do that.

He also told me about how scratchy boy lost all of his tickets and had to take a note home to his mom saying he wouldn't be naughty again and have her sign it. He acted as if they might as well just shoot him.

Probably the cutest thing through all of this was what Hunter said he was going to say to scratchy boy... " Mommy, I am just going to tell him about Jesus. That Jesus loves all of us and we are supposed to love everyone like He does. He just needs to love Jesus then he won't be mean anymore."

Melt my heart. Hunter: my little kindergarten missionary.