The Incident
The kids had finished eating and run off to play on the playground (one of the many benefits to Chic-fil-A so that the grown-ups can actually have a conversation) when Amy paused and said....
"oh...oh no! There's a little girl hitting Rory!"
***I would like to disclaim that we were sitting directly in front of the playroom window but Rory was out of my peripheral and directly in Amy's.
I turned in time to see a little girl with a huge bow in her hair, not more than 3 years old, who had backed my little punkin into a corner and was clawing his face repeatedly.
I was holding Sully so it was Aunt Amy to the rescue! She ran in and told the little scratcher, "No, do not hit", scooped Rory up and whisked him away.
He was so stunned when he got to me and never cried but just sat in my arms bewildered.
"She wouldn't let me out of the door." He had red marks all over his sweet little cheeks. "Why she do that?" he asked.
I wish I knew. I'm sure that she wasn't trying to be malicious but what would possess a little girl to do that?
I was so proud that Rory didn't rear back and punch her (which he would have been justified in doing). Then when the kids went back to play, Maggie shot the little girl an evil-eye...the likes of which I've never seen! She acted as his body guard for the rest of their playtime and that, too, made me so proud.
Where was the mother in all of this, you ask? She was two feet away but never saw any of it. Should I have said something to her? What would I have said? "Lady, you're kid needs a scratching post at home so she won't do it on my son's face?"
Thank you, Amy for being there to help me intervene in the face of that little bully in polka-dots!
Have you ever been in a situation like that?
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