We went to the playground today. A boy about five years old waited until Harry, not quite two, had walked past him and then gave him a shove hard enough to knock him down. I said, “Excuse me! Please don’t push my baby!” Well, you would have thought I’d set the boy on fire the way parents (who were previously engaged in NOT minding their children) came running; breaking it up as if it were a fist fight and not even making their child apologize. Unbelievable. I’d been watching this kid on the playground because he was aggressive and bully-ish to begin with. I guess I should send my kids to public school to make them as mean as the rest of the kids in the park. I’m sorry, but I am mad. I teach my kids to be gentle with little ones. I teach them to give way when someone cuts in line. I teach them to share and to take turns. I watch them closely. But I am ready to teach my kids to kickbox. I am definitely considering teaching Jack that if someone hits him, to turn the other cheek, but if someone hurts someone smaller and weaker, he should put their lights out.