A: Mom, do you like my pistol? [holds up gun made from toilet paper rolls, newsprint, and tape]
Me: It's nice.
A: My friend made it for me.
Me: Which friend?
A: Actually, he's kind of the bully in the class.
Me: Really? What's his name?
A: X.
Me: Oh, I know who X is. I've met X's dad. What kind of bullying things does he do?
A: Oh ... things ... like, he's just always telling.
Me: Telling?
A: Yeah, he always tells on people for things.
Me: And you think that's bullying?
A: It's not nice to tattle.
[I am now a bit concerned that if anyone in this set of facts is the bully, it's my kid ...]
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