Good Morning!

At Dylan's school, there is a bully. He is your typical school house bully. He's a tad older than all the others, he's much taller, and he looks for kids to pick on. Dylan doesn't like him, meaning- I don't like him, hence- I don't like his mother. I imagine other parents understand this rational thinking.

Anyway, Dylan came home the other day to tell me that this kid kept pulling his own pants down to run around the room with his penis before the teachers could catch him. (Side note: he was suspended for a month after the second incident)

This led Mark and I to a good touch/bad touch talk with Dylan. Nothing too serious, but just to let him know what is not appropriate, and who he should tell. Basically, he learned to say, "Hey, don't touch my penis."

Dylan was good with the conversation. Mark thought he was too young, but I believe we kept it age appropriate. We returned to playing tag and wrestling after this (literally) two minute talk.

The next day at school, Dylan walked through the door, took his coat off, and hung it up in his cubby. As always, he put his name tag on the board and made his way to Miss Sherry and Miss Lori for his morning salutations. On his way, he waves at his friends, and acts like the town mayor. He walked past his best friend, Tyler, saying, "Hey hey, Tyler! Like my new Buzz Lightyear shoes? They have lights when I walk!" As he made his way past the bully, he smiled, waved and said in a very chipper morning attitude, "Hey, buddy! Don't touch my penis." He continued walking to his teachers. The two of them and I could not stop laughing. We agreed that if he could keep saying that until he is married, we'll have no problems.