Yesterday when I picked the students up from lunch the class was abuzz. Apparently two girls from another class had kicked one of my boys in the stomach and he was in the health room in tears. Yeah, well, whatever, they saved me the trouble, I thought to myself, and led the Terror Tribe back to class.
Eventually the kid returned to class as well. No internal hemorrhaging, apparently. Darn.
"So," I said to the lad, in the best attempt I could muster at being sympathetic, "I hear a girl beat you up."