Now when my son gets off his bus, I am on edge. Since the punching incident, I’ve been holding my breath that nobody else “annoys” him. Well, today, I asked how camp was and he told me he pin hugged someone. At first, I thought he was going to tell me how he made a younger camper feel better….and then my frontal lobe kicked in with its own set of questions.
Me: Pin hugged?
Son: Yes, pin hugged.
Me: What does that mean?
Son: You know.
Me: (oh fuck, oh fuck, please don’t say it) Did you hurt someone again?
Son: Well, kind of.
Me: What does ‘kind of’ mean?
Son: You don’t know what kind of means?
Me: Just tell me what happened!
Son: Well, another boy was bothering me all day and I squeezed him real tight so he would stop.
Me: Did you get in trouble?
Son: No- he bothers everyone so….
Daughter; Maybe its time you got him a worry doctor.