I am pondering something new tonight. On the way home from a trip to Flagstaff, my first grade boy asked his dad if he ever had bullies in school. WHAT? What did this question mean? So many thoughts were running through my mind all at once. Why would he ask that? now? at such a young age. And so there it was. He told us all about two fellow classmates that well...just like to hit him and in the cafeteria try to make him drop his food. Instantly my mom fangs wanted to come out and call up the moms of these two boys. But you know as disturbing as it is to hear that after one week of first grade, my young son has this to deal with, the hubby and I were impressed by his reaction to the boys. He said that he just ignored them until they would stop and then one other time he told them it felt like they were tickling him so as to make a joke of it. Good news is he seems to not be scared or bummed, he just felt like talking about it. I guess that is a blessing- he did come and want to share with his dad and I. So anyway I suppose we have another request on our list of prayers for Noah.