Yesterday was a curriculum day at Jake's school so he, Ella and I had a lazy day at home.
We watched a little TV, baked a cake, played games and went to the park.
A lovely day.
At the park was another little boy from Jake's school and a couple of other boys I didn't know. They made a game of playing 'run away from Jake' while Jake desperately tried catching up to them to join in with their play.
I watched on ... helpless. Unable to make it better for my sweet little boy.
I wanted to take those nasty kids and give them a shake and yell "Why are you so fucking mean?" but all I could do was wait for Jake to return, tearful, put my arm around him, tell him I loved him and that he didn't need those mean kids anyway!!
His response to this took me by surprise. He was angry with me for calling those other boys 'mean'.
He said that it wasn't their fault as they were only responding to the decree of "thou shalt not play with Jake" made by another even nastier bully child at school.
Jake wanted to give them another chance to be friends and didn't appreciate my calling them names.
My sweet, kind, surprising child.
Later in the afternoon, Jake completely destroyed me in a game of Monopoly and then gently took my face in his hands and said "Don't worry Mummy, next time we play Monopoly, I'll play easier on you".