Tidbits

Tonight, while Henry and I lay in his bed after stories, I reminded him that tomorrow is a school day. He sighed audibly.
"How many times do I gotta go to school?" He asked exasperated. (He just started 6 months ago.) I'm thinking at least until you can speak proper English. But I say,
"A lot."
I inquire about whether he likes it and he informs me that most of the time he does, and that _____ pushes him. Kevin and I know of this child, and we keep our eye on him when we are at the school. One day I'm gonna knock his block clean off. Although I say this knowing that depending upon the day, Henry and he are friends. I ask Hen if he tells the teacher when _____ picks on him.
"Sometimes." He says, as if he's already figured it out that it's not the teachers that are going to make it better.
"Henry," I say, "Tell the teachers when he pushes you, and then you tell _____ that you won't play with him if he's mean to you."
"Okay," Henry says. We've talked about this before.
"And Henry," I say petting his head, "you make sure that you tell me when he picks on you."
"Okay."
Because I'm gonna knock his little %$#@! block off.

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Yesterday I set the computer up for Henry to watch some show, and once it was on he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Okay, you can go now."
Oh, uh, okay...