Ok! here is my 2 cents.. When my son was in 6th grade he was being picked on. Son didn't like going to school because of this. So one day I went to pick him and his cousins up after school. First person in my car was my niece. She pointed out a boy surrounded by a bunch of other kids and said to me "that's the one who bullies my son. Well, seeing that my son wasn't in the car yet. I got out to confront this bully. I walk right into this little circle (with an attitude purpose) with him in the middle, got right up and pointed my finger in his face and said are you Michael Kea?
He looked up at me quite meekie and softly said yes.
Then I said so you're the one my son keeps telling me about! You know I'm so glad to finally meet you. My son Eddie is always telling me that he wishes you were his brother! Cause you are so strong, smart and popular. I just had to come and meet. I turned around and went back to my car. I never touched or mentioned bullying to this kid. I never heard this kid ever again messed with my son. I did what I had to do...
He looked up at me quite meekie and softly said yes.
Then I said so you're the one my son keeps telling me about! You know I'm so glad to finally meet you. My son Eddie is always telling me that he wishes you were his brother! Cause you are so strong, smart and popular. I just had to come and meet. I turned around and went back to my car. I never touched or mentioned bullying to this kid. I never heard this kid ever again messed with my son. I did what I had to do...