His name is Nick.
This "Nick" character has strolled into my son's life via preschool (of course I should have known) and has created a monster. I've yet to be formally introduced to Nick or his mom who I assume to be some sort of a slutty crack smoker, I mean perfectly nice woman. All I know of Nick is what LittleJuJu tells me after school. Nick is his bestest friend at school. Nick doesn't share, Nick pushes him in the hallway. I like this kid alot, don't you? The exact qualities I look for in a bestest friend indeed.
As I waited outside of the door to pick LittleJuJu up the teacher poked her head out the door and smiled real big. I was waiting for her to tell me what a suburb child my boy was today. Instead she says, "I couldn't believe it, your son had a time out today!" Smile, smile, smiling. My who had a what today? Apparently Julian and another little boy were acting a bit crazy, not listening and both needed a time out until they could settle down and listen. "Did this other boy perhaps go by the name of Nick?", I asked. "Yep, he sure does."
Oh. Nick, huh? I see.
I don't like Nick. I would like to give him a chance. Every time I get to school and peek in the door my little guy is glued to this Nick child. I want to like him. I do not like him. Am I awful? My son likes him, god only knows why. Is it too early to intrude or is my parental duty to steer LittleJuJu away from the troublemakers already? This is hard stuff, preschool.