“So did you have fun at the Kid Zone today?” I asked one day in April 2010.
David – 8 years old at the time – and his little brother Jack were playing in the kid’s room at the YMCA while I worked out. It was a big room that housed a two-story structure on one end with climbing and slides. Inside, there were all sorts of nooks and crannies where kids could hide out and do stuff outside the sight of room leaders.
“Yeah,” he said. “But some kids were making fun of Jack’s legs. One of them pushed him down.”
Jack has a disability, and wears a prosthetic leg.
“That’s not nice. Did you tell the teacher?”
“No,” he said calmly. “I took care of it.”
David is part Sicilian, so I immediately had thoughts of bully kids “sleeping with the fishes,” or being wacked and hidden between the play structure and the wall. Of course, neither were true. But it was funny to imagine a TV Version of the story.
“What you do you mean ‘you took care of it?'” I asked.
“I told them it wasn’t okay to make fun of people,” he replied. “And they stopped.”
Phew. Good job David 🙂