There is a bad, bad boy on Luke's soccer team. He pushes and shoves maliciously, his own team members, for NO reason. He is a mean bully, and his parents just sit on the sideline while he runs amok on the soccer field, flailing his bad boy elbows at anyone in his path.
After Luke was pushed down by him for the third time today, I told Luke (it was the quarter folks, I didn't interrupt the game), "The next time that boy pushes you, you tell him to stop it!"
Luke looked at me, took a step back, and said, "Or I could just ignore it , Mom."
"Well, that's a good idea, too."
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