Your whole day was like that, apparently, resistance to everything, full-on aggression towards other kids, even kids much older and larger than you. I’m not really sure what was going on, but obviously we had quite a chat that night about how hitting is wrong.
And then again, the next morning, when I dropped you off, I gave you a hug and said, “Be good, okay?”
“Listen to your teachers.”
“Don’t hit people.”
Of course when we picked you up the interrogation commenced:
“How was your day? Were you good? Did you listen? Did you hit anyone?”
“No,” you assured us, “I d’int hit anyone.”
I knew the indoctrination was reaching max capacity when I asked you, over pancakes to begin the weekend, “So what do you want to do today, bud?”
“…not hit anybody.” you replied.