The other day we stopped to eat on the way back home from our weekend trip. Abigail suddenly got visibly upset. I asked her what was wrong. She said, “Billy and Tanner and David and Sally and Madison and Molly and Peter and Anna and Samuel and Noah are all being mean to me! One of them just punched me and they keep punching me!”
Goodness! If all those people were being mean and punching me, I’d be upset, too. Poor kid!