Kje and I watched a movie a few weeks ago. One of the opening scenes showed a boy on his first day at a new school and of course, in stereotypical fashion, he gets picked on by the bully. A big, fat one at that.
Fast forward to tonight, after three bedtime stories on dinosaurs. (Have you ever heard of a Jubbulpuria?)
"It was a good day at school today Mom," Kje says all of sudden.
"I know," I replied smiling, "you told me already." He had made at least five friends and went outside four times.
"I didn't get picked on by the bully."
"What? Is there a bully in your school?" Mom alarm bells are going off and I am thinking that perhaps the perfect little school we signed him up in isn't so perfect after all.
"You know, like the movie, Hoot. He got bullied on his first day, I didn't."
All of a sudden I realize what he is talking about. Hmmmm...
"I was the only new kid today. I was special."
He snuggles down under his cover and gazes at the glow-in-the-dark wallpaper on the far wall.
My toes fall down on the yellow shag carpet and I look out the window at our forest view. New city, new school, new friends, new house, new yard, new bedroom, and what I hear back is that it was a good day at school.