When I picked Texas up from school last week I was confronted by his afternoon teacher handing me an accident report to sign. She mentioned that another child had stapled several of the children and Texas had been one of the victims. After getting over the shock and translation issues the story petered out to a fellow student wielding a single bent staple going on a poking rampage. Working hard to stifle a giggling fit, another classmate quickly named the perpetrator and two other victims. It appears the incident began with the assailant working a staple free from some school work and deciding to poke Texas in the hand with it repeatedly. I asked T why he did not just move his hand to avoid the second and third pokes he could not definitively answer. The next victim appeared to be a girl who received a poke on the cheek followed by a run-by poke of another boy on the arm. All said the blood shed was nil and not a single band aid was required.

In the car Texas thoughtfully mentioned that due to this little boy’s series of sad choices he would likely end up being a stealer and possibly robbing us one day. I pointed out that we should think positive thoughts and send lots of love his way. To which Texas mentioned that it is hard to love people who are stabby. I really couldn’t argue with his logic.