Little Africa Boy

Yesterday I received a call from the school counselor. I immediately panicked, as that usually means A. my kid is in the ER or B. my kid is in a ton of trouble. Neither were true, which I was thankful for, but he was calling to inform me that there had been an incident on the playground between Peterson and another boy who was chasing him calling him, "little Africa boy." Obviously, I'm aware that my son is a diminutive fellow of African descent and that is one of the many things that make him the boy I love so much. Of course, this child was not intending his statement to be a compliment, but was tauting Peterson. This is not the first time this child has picked on Peterson, but it is the first time he's picked on him for his race and stature that I've heard about.

Seriously, this kid is horrible, but immensely smart, so he plans out his bullying so that he can pick on kids under the radar of teacher eyes. His grandma "Gramzilla" volunteers at the school, and the instant her dear boy is in trouble, she tracks people down and begins the interrogation as to what the little b%$^&*t did wrong. To top it off, this kid goes to church with us, and the sight of him brings about many un-Christian thoughts. Normally, we aren't at the same service, which has probably prevented many assault cases towards this child. The highlight of quitting my job was when I no longer had to pretend to like this kid.

Obviously, I'm jaded, but its hard to fathom why anyone would pick on my kid. He has more moxi and charisma in his little finger, then I will ever have. People love him. I honestly have the owner of Crocs shoes as a friend on Facebook, because he met Peterson in Haiti and likes to see how he's doing. Everytime he performs in a local play, random people join his secret fan club and stop to visit with him when we're out shopping. High school girls are mesmerized by him. Its a little insane. A six year old should not have groupies.

Anyways, the school had a talk with him, but I have my doubts that he will change. We talked about all the cool things that come from Africa, like lions and the African Children's Choir. Then we talked about how he's Haitian, and it was a long, long, long time ago that Haitains came from Africa. We also visited about Peterson may be one of the smallest kids in school, but in Haiti he would be considered average size. I reminded him that I used to feel bad about being so tall. Peterson also remembered how he has bigger muscles then everyone. He seems to be doing fine, and he knows that he has explicit instructions that if this kid says or does anything to him, he needs to seek help at school and tell me right away at home.

So hopefully there will be no more crap from this kid, but if not, I plan to head to the principal and pull out my secret weapon-the wrath of Dad!