Wyatt: The World's Hero

When I picked up the boys from day camp, Wyatt was crying. The counselor told me he was swinging his string of beads around and got it taken away. (They earn beads throughout the summer for doing various things.)

As we approached the car he finally was able to articulate that he wasn’t swinging his beads around, but that his friend was pulling on them and he just pulled them back and they swung out of his friend’s grasp. He then added that he couldn’t explain that to the counselors because that’s considered “talking back.”

What. The. Fuck?

Wyatt can’t handle injustice of any kind and this was a difficult blow. So, we told Wyatt the next time something like that happens—if you’re being honest about what really happened—you motherfucking talk back.

We told him to tell those counselors exactly what the fuck is up. Respectfully, of course. And if they call that “talking back,” stop and tell us when we pick you up.

Because we will bring the fucking hammer down.