Some things never change, apparently. Although the first day of school overall was a good experience for TH, the playground was just what it was three months ago. TH and another socially challenged child, targeted by a group of children led by Mr. "TH Is All Talk and No Brains," a.k.a., The Mongoose.
I asked all three of our sons yesterday about three aspects of school: Classroom, playground, and lunch. My most successful exchange was with the two-year-old (a.k.a., The Golden Child), which went something like this.
Me: "Little, how were Miss P and Miss N?"
Little: "Bhphj aah, Miss P. I laak it."
Me: "Little, what did you have for lunch?"
Me: "Little, did you play with your friends outside?"
Little: "Pwagwound! Maddsuhn, Whaina, Zhett (all names of his friends)."
Moving to Dubya, I essayed the same series of questions. His response? "I don't really remember." He's like Karl Rove that way. I at least extracted from him that he'd eaten his lunch.
Moving to TH, most responses were "good," regardless of the nature of the question. "Did you eat lunch?" "Good." "Did you do some work in class?" "Good." "Whom did you play with on the playground?" "Good."
Employing all the creativity in my power, I did finally get TH to tell me some specifics. His form of "specifics" usually consists of disjointed information that only someone who knows him and the children and the school could use to form any kind of linear story line. And here's what I formed about what happened on the "pwagwound":
The Mongoose led a team of children in chasing TH around during recess. I've seen The Mongoose in action. I know this was not intended to be friendly. I know it involved taunting. But what did TH have to say about it?
"It was fun! Running was fun!" And he meant it.
So...does bullying even work if the bully-ee is blissfully unaware of being bullied?