It goes a little something like this...SS and DH get home. DH is on the phone apologizing to someone and goes outside. He comes in the house and I ask whats wrong. SS and a couple of other kids made fun of one of SS's really good "friends". This friend has spent the night at our house, and is a good kid. This friend's Mom refuses to take SS anymore because SS doesn't behave and is mean to her son (but they are friends?). So today they called this kid fat, told him that he was jiggly, were making fun of his "boobs", ect. This is such a sweet kid, I was sick to my stomach. The daycare is a karate camp/daycare. The child LOVES karate, SS hates it. The child wants to quit because now he's embarrassed to change for class because they were making fun of him. So the little brat SS ruins this kids karate experience. Apparently 1 of the other kids was suspended and the parents have to pay for the suspended week. Because DH has a good friend that works at the camp, Im sure thats why SS wasn't suspended. DH's friend said that he almost smacked the shit out of SS. DH said he didn't know what to do anymore. I cried and said this was why I have to leave. SS admitted in therapy last year that kids called him a bully. I told DH that SS is a bully, at home, at school, and now at daycare. I told DH that Im glad he is finally seeing it. I just wish he saw it when I brought it up. So thats my last evening at "home". SS acting up making me know I have to go.