My daughter, the mob boss...

Yesterday when we picked Big Sister up from school, Hubby & I were so tickled by something she told us that we actually fought over who could share it first. Since she actually said it to him, he won. This is the note my hubby posted on facebook last night. Maybe if he ever updates his blog, it will appear there as well. Also, he had no intentions of editing out Big Sister's name when he originally wrote it, and I wanted to try to leave his writing style as in tact as possible, so bear with me:

My Daughter is Going to Be On Real Housewives of New Jersey Someday...

So, today I went to pick up [Big Sister] from school. I was asking her how her day was and, knowing that she threw a couple of fits this morning, if she chose to make good decisions at school today. She assured me that she did by telling me the following story (Note: there are two particularly "bad" kids in [her] class that sometimes pick on her, Blake and Stephen. [She] can qualify for "bad kid #3" on any given day):

[Big Sister], excited to be through with the day and the chance to spend the evening with Mommy and Daddy, joyfully yelled out, "Hey, dad! Guess what?!?"

"What?"

"Today, Stephen punched me and I didn't punch him back. Instead, I went and told my teacher, and he got in trouble!"

My chest swelled with pride. "[Big Sister]! That's great! I am so proud of you!" I said as I scooped her up in my arms and gave her a big hug. "But, why in the world would Stephen want to punch you?" I asked.

"Because he was mad. And so he punched me, right here in my left boob."

I expressed concern. "[], that's horrible. Why was he mad?" I continued.

"Because another kid punched him. And so he came over and punched me," she said, still full of joy and unaffected by where the story was headed.

"[], that is not good. What in the world is going on in your class that would make another kid go over and punch Stephen?"

[Big Sister], still beaming with pride, look at me and with a straight face said, "Because I sent the kid over to punch Stephen. And then Stephen punched me, and I didn't hit him back! I went and told my teacher and Stephen got in trouble! Aren't you proud of me!?!?"

And honestly, in my inner Michael Corleone/Tony Soprano, I WAS...

Well said, Honey. Thanks for putting it into words for me. Of course, you kind of "made me an offer I couldn't refuse." ha!