Don't laugh at me

As we were waiting in the hall for preschool to start, my son decided to proudly show off his dinosaur shirt to the other kids in his class. Sitting next to his mother, one boy said, "Ew -- it's uglier than you." This caused me to stiffen up and look the other way pretending I didn't hear it as his mother whispered something to him. The little snide comment didn't seem to phase my son, though. He continued to show his shirt to other kids. Another mother tried to put a proverbial band-aid over it by asking my son questions about his shirt like, "What kind of dinosaur is it?"

This isn't the first time this little red head said something cruel. It was the red head's second day of school when he pointed at my son and said, "He talks like a dog."

My only solace is that my son doesn't seem to be bothered by any of this. He says he loves school. He asks me everyday, "Do I have school today?" He even had a playdate with the red head and another boy and said, "It was so fun!"

So, I'm glad the little jabbing insults to my son bead up like water on a duck's back. Not for me, though. I don't take it quite so well. Just writing this caused me to well up with tears streaming down my face. But, I would much rather absorb the pain than have my son endure it.