My son came home from school this week and told us that he is being picked on by another kid in the playground.
A little punk by the name of Brian.
Naturally, we were very concerned. I immediately tried to sit my husband down to have a discussion about how to handle this somewhat delicate situation. But my husband didn't want to discuss it. Instead, he disappeared into the spare room to 'think'.... and in his 'thinking room' he stayed for quite some time.
When he emerged, he had the following solutions to my son's problem:Read More