Last night I was in Ella's room getting her ready for bed. Annie came in and sat in the rocker. She asked me if she had to go to school tomorrow. I told her yes, you go to school on Fridays, but then after that no school on the weekend. She burst into tears and says she doesn't want to go to school. School scares her and makes her sad.
I was super concerned because she has never said something like this before. I asked her why school made her scared and sad. She tells me that this boy was calling her names and called her a baby. And she said another boy was chasing her and pulled on her dress. YALL... this broke my heart.
Anthony heard the commotion and came up right as Annie is telling me this. He got down on the floor and scooped her in his arms. She just sat there and cried in his chest while he held her tight. Of course I am clueless as to what to say next. I just sit there holding Ella feeling helpless and just keep saying "it's ok, it's ok". ((Yes, the #1 thing you aren't supposed to say. Because it's not OK!))
So Anthony being the freakin' awesomest dad in the whole world starts asking Annie, "Well, does he know that you are a big girl? And you help Mommy and Daddy with Ella? Does he know that you feed the puppies every night? And you pick up your dishes after dinner? And that you are the best big sister in the whole world?"
She says, "Nooo...". .. and he replies, "Well... He doesn't know you at all then!"
Anthony and I hovered over her the rest of the evening. Just loving on her. When we had a chance to talk alone I told him I was going to go kick that little punk's ass. He reminded me that they are only 3 years old....
