Dominique is six and in First Grade.
Little Son wants to be his friend...
This morning. At the canteen.
Dominique: Little Son's Mum? Little Son's Mum? Can you tell little Son to stay away from me because I keep telling him and he won't go away and I don't want to play with him.
Me: Dominique? How about You go away and leave little Son alone because I don't want him to play with nasty mean children like You.
So he did. The little Shit.
That'll learn Him.
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