Hi Mom, Dad, guess what a certain grandboy told his mamasan about not wanting to go to school?

“But mom, I don’t NEED to go to school. I already know how to read words and how to count.”

Sound familiar? Hehe. She’s in for a fun ride 🙂

Grandboy experienced his first taste of being bullied yesterday on the bus.

Mamasan’s first reactions as she wiped his tears when he got off the vehicle were 1) climb onto the bus and rattle the bully’s cage (literally) and 2) drive the grandboy to school and back until she lands her full-time day job.

Well, #1 didn’t happen only because the bus driver sagely took off before Angry Mama Tigress launched herself into the fray.

I don’t think #2 will happen because I gave her some experience (not advice) of my own. The boy needs to learn how to deal with bullies straight away. He may not want to face the older boy but he needs to do so, on his own two feet, eventually.

He’s ok altering his own behaviour – maybe sitting elsewhere and choosing a group of kids who are less troublesome – but he ultimately needs to learn not to blink or back down if he’s done nothing wrong.

Mostly he needs to learn, early on, that invoking the wrath of mamasan is a carefully-calculated event, almost a nuclear option actually.  I’ve seen her in action, first-hand, and I almost feel sorry for anyone who pulls that lever. The key word here being “almost”…

This is an awesome article.

This is also why the Grandboy and Mamasan will never be named in my posts.

cwell.blogs.nytimes.com/2016/07/29/why-i-decided-to-stop-writing-about-my-children

New Chapter starts in our Gwumpa Stories.

Featured are Moving Tape, Boxes, and Some Driving Hours

Also starring Some Tears and Many Hugs

Go young Mamasan. Give that boy a life deserving of his awesomeness.

Give him Big Dreams, but equally importantly, the Big Knowledge of how to make those dreams a reality.

Grandboy (shuffling into the dimly-lit room): Gwumpa it’s time to get up

Me: Still dark boy

Grandboy (sighs): Gwumpa are we gonna have a DISCUSSION about this?

Me: Yep let’s discuss this. Come cuddle while we discuss.

[I walk into the room, where mamasan is making dramatic, slow-motion sweeping movements as she walks towards the kitchen table]

Me (thinking): Sure, why not? [I start moving in slow motion with overly-exaggerated movements]

Grandboy: Gwumpa we’re SLOTHS! We all SLOTHS in HERE

Me (speaking in low, drawn-out speech): OOOOkayyyy O nooooo I’mmmm falllll [pretends to fall in slow motion]

Calvin and Hobbes never had it so good

Grandboy (shuffling in at daybreak): Gwumpa time to wake up

Me: Still dark, boy

Grandboy (lifting the blinds a little): I see sunlight out there

Me: No sunlight in here. Come cuddle

Grandboy (climbing all over me): When’s the sun waking up all the way Gwumpa?

Me: Tomorrow

Grandboy (shocked): No Gwumpa. Sun wakes up every day. So do you. Come on wake up

And so starts another day in Gwumpa Boot camp, haha