...is the type of girl who calls her mommy in the middle of the night from a sleepover, whispering that she needs to come home. Is it wrong to love that? I thought it was sweet. She loves me.
...went to a birthday party today. The neighborhood bully, who is currently suspended from school for fighting, was also there. 1½ hours after I dropped Max off, I got a phone call. Max had been beaten up by the little asshole in the middle of the birthday party. My tiny Max who wouldn't hurt a fly! The kid used Max's hair against him, pulling it with one hand while he punched him with the other, and then "sacked him", as Max put it. I drove over there as fast as I could, worrying the whole way there that I was about to beat up a middle school kid. By the time I got there I was calm enough to not punch the asshole kid, but I didn't calm down enough to avoid saying, "If you ever touch Max again, it'll be me you're fighting, and I'LL PUNCH YOU RIGHT IN YOUR STUPID FACE - DO YOU UNDERSTAND??!!!
I think he understood. Good thing the drive took a few minutes, because I don't know if I would have been able to control my temper had I gotten there quicker. My talent is certainly not in controlling my temper, and if you touch my baby, well...you're pretty damn stupid.