The way 8-year-old girls use their mouths as assault weapons, torturing and humiliating friends and enemies alike with words, it’s amazing one has never been called to The Hague for crimes against humanity.
I witnessed the depth of their pettiness when last Friday I led a group from Savannah’s class in an art project.
My fail rate for group projects, as Savannah so often reminds me, is high. One year, I created a strawberry smoothie tsunami when I spilled a fresh batch outside the school cafeteria at lunch hour. So, when I arrived at school on Friday, I was prepared, just not for the job handed to me: fight referee.