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and his words struck me deeply because i had already softened the story that had earned this verdict, wrapped cotton around the reality of my fists and slashed all the swear words out of the script before telling my family about the theater and the boy and the darkness from earlier that day

"I-- he wasn't allowed to do that," i stuttered.

and my father said that he just had sympathy is all. one red-blooded american male to another. that i could have said yes. could have given the boy a chance.

the next time i told my family a story at the dinner table, i'd learned my lesson.

"i hit him," i said. i saw my father's face contort out of the corner of my eye. my heart raced. i smiled through my trembling chin. "he kept doing it. so i hit him again."

"that makes you a bully."

this label fit me better. "only to people who bully me first."

"you can't--"

"i think he deserved it," my brother said and fist bumped me over the bowl of mashed potatoes

"me too," my sister said. she watched my dad with interest, learning her own lessons. "im glad you hit him."

"you can always tell a teacher," my step-mom said, diffusing. she offered my dad more wine. "that should be the first step."

"you're going to kill someone one day," my dad said.

Paid service with no ads: Well, if they're not funding it with ad revenue, they need to charge us something.

Paid service with ads: Well that's bullshit.

The office immediately split into two factions over it. One says that if anyone falls in the spike pit it's their own fault for being so stupid and not watching where they're walking, so we should remove the sign. The other says that the sign is an insult, there shouldn't be a spike pit in our office at all, and having the sign up like that is just normalising the existence of the spike pit, so we should remove the sign.

grace: he's the reason i wake up every morning :)

eridian students: aww!

[earlier]

kid: what are you eating from that basket?

me: triangles.

kid: can i have triangles?

me: dunno, did you brush teeth yet?

kid: no

me: mhm, and are you okay with screaming really loud?

kidd: what???

me: yeah, sometimes these make you scream really loud, are you ok with that?

kid: i am not afraid of screaming.

this is still very, very funny.

I also taught them that the F word is, uh, “flinkle”