There’s this kid at my son’s elementary school who is a classic all-around bully shithead. He says “That’s GAY,” all the time and harasses the other kids about being ‘gay’. He once apparently said something sexually explicit about my breasts to my son, which obviously really upset my son. So yeah, basically my son hates this kid’s guts for a good reason.

The other day, my son tells the lunch table that his dog just died and this kid LAUGHS at him. LAUGHS. And my son says he started shaking, he was so upset about it.

But then, one of my son’s friends, thinking he’s being supportive, was like “Don’t worry, man. That kid is FAT.”

So my son, mid-rage attack, pauses and is like “That is NOT what’s wrong. Whatever he looks like is NOT something bad. It’s that he’s a BULLY that’s bad.”

So like, basically my 10-year-old kid can fucking come out of a rage attack brought on by someone making fun of his DOG DYING to put down fatphobia when his friend says it. So why the fuck do all these grownups have such a fucking hard time getting their shit together?