Another Bully Story

January 21, 2010 by cloften  
Filed under Family and Parenting

As I have mentioned before, we have a unique approach to bullying in our family.  (I almost said very unique to be funny, but many of you wouldn’t have noticed.  The rest would be thinking, “what an idiot.”  Some of you are still thinking, “What’s the deal?”  It will all be explained in a future nerd post: My Top 10 Grammar pet peeves) If you have not read the bully post, check it out here.  After you read you it, you will not be able to help but shout, “Mesopotamia!”

Anyway, there was a time when Lauren didn’t shout “Mesopotamia!”  She handled bullies a different way when she was younger.  This is one of my all-time favorite stories.

We were at the McDonalds in O’Fallon, Missouri where we lived at the time.  Lauren was about 3 years old.  We were in the playplace on Saturday morning with her older sister, Maylee who was 6.  Mom was involved in her Saturday morning ritual of garage sale-ing.  There were two boys that were probably around 9 that were there also.  They were running around, being loud, pretending to shoot guns with their fingers, essentially being boys.  Well at one point they have Lauren backed up against the netting around the equipment and they are “shooting” her with their “guns.”  You don’t mess with Papa Bear’s Baby Bears, so just as I was about to get up, she gives them a glare and shoves both of them at the same time.  They are startled and back away.  Well done.

You might think that is the end of the story, but it is not.  Later, she is playing in this little cubby hole of sorts that has a steering wheel in it.  I can’t see her from where I am.  There is a pole in the way.  Suddenly a hear a whack and some kid bawling.  I get up, fearing the worst and there is one of those 9 year old boys holding his face crying.  My 3 year old daughter is still sitting there “driving” and looking at that kid like, “what?”  “What happened, Son,” says the Mom.  “She hit me,” says the puddin’ boy pointing at my 3 year old daughter.  The mom then shoots me a look.  I’m thinking, “What do you want me to do? You are the one with the puddin’ boy.”  But she is right, I needed to do something.  I grabbed Lauren out of there and bought her ice cream and congratulated her.

Is there a point to this story?  Yes.  As always, don’t mess with the Loften Sisters.  They will take you out.  Tell your sons.


2 Responses to “Another Bully Story”
  1. Amy Loften says:

    One of my all-time favorite Laurie Lou stories. Baker and I are laughing about it. I’ve told him over and over that if you are being a bully and get hurt, that’s your own fault but don’t let anyone bully you. Finish the fight but don’t start it!

  2. Cyndi Williams says:

    Okay, so now I understand why it was so hard to teach Lauren WHY she should feel remorse for taking someone out who was annoying her in Sunday school. She would look at me like, “Seriously? Did you see him messing with my hair/take that toy/talk while I was talking?!” Thanks for sharing this, I just spent the few minutes in my head while reading it with “my Lauren”. Hug her for me, and don’t tell me when she says “WHO?!?!” I’ll picture her hugging you back and saying, “I MISS MRS. CYNDI…Let’s go visit the Williams, Dad!”

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