“So how was your last day of school?”
“Did your teacher yell at anyone?” FYI his teacher in not one to yell at anyone ever…I just live to make him laugh with the irony of my questions. He’s used to it.
“Shove anyone down?”
“Punch anyone in the face?”
“Kick anyone in the shin?”
He’s had enough of my shenanigans so he feigns sleep, pretends to snore…
“Cashew? Don’t mind if I do!” I say, taking a nibble of his ear. Long running joke, his ears taste like cashews. He squirms away, putting his blanket over his head. I pull it down.
“Mom, who was that guy, that bit that guy’s ear off?”
“Why did he do it?”
“Well. He seems to be someone who has no impulse control.”
“What’s impulse control?”
“Most people have urges to do things, but our brains take a moment to think about them, and we stop if the thing we feel like doing is inappropriate, or violent, or harmful. Impulse control is what lets us take that moment and stop.”
He thinks about this for about thirty seconds then says,
“Some people think ____ (the kid who bullied his class all year) is mean, but I think he just has a problem with his brain.”
“I think you’re right buddy.”
He looks at me thoughtfully.
I kiss him good-night on the cheek.
He wipes it off, per usual.