Bramble Tamble

It's all fun and games until you get to the daycare and the owner comes out to talk to you in private before you go in to get your son.

"Oh no," I said to her as she walked outside to intercept me before I went inside. "What did he do?"

"He's OK. He didn't do anything. He got punched in the nose twice by a little boy. The boy's about his age."

"Well, what kind of nickel-and-dime joint are you running here?" I didn't say.

"He's got a mark right across here -" she rubbed her finger across the bridge of her nose - "and he bled pretty bad. We don't think anything's broken, but it's probably going to bruise."

"Christ, woman. Did you beat the crap out of the other little boy? I swear, if I get my hands on him -" I didn't say.

"We're going to make him apologize to you," she said.

"... oh. Wow. Ummmmm .... what do I say back to him?" I replied.

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So we went in, and Son came running up to me, very happy to see me. I picked him up and swung him around and gave him a big hug.

Daycare Owner took the other little boy out of the corner and told him to apologize to me. He looked like he was about to poop his pants. He very meekly said, "I'm sorry." I said OK.

And then I took Son out to the car, strapped him in, kissed his sweet face and drove all the way home with tears in my eyes because I'm a big ol' softie.