Jean's point of view
I watched today as Wanda and Pietro sat down with their play group to eat lunch in the park. It's basically a whole bunch of three to seven year olds from around the neighborhood who play together at the same park.
The oldest child there, Talia, is a bully. I watched as she walked over to one of the meeker five year olds, Brandon, who was eating his peanut butter sandwich all alone under a tree. She grabbed his apple juice and spilled it all over him. Then she smashed his sandwich into his face.
I was about to get up and do something about it, since Brandon had started to cry and the other parents looked unconcerned, when Pietro picked up his lunch and walked over to the two.
He sat down next to Brandon and dumped his thermos of soup all over himself, then grinned up at Talia.
"If you're going to be a bully, you'll be alone forever. At least this guy's got a friend," he said, slinging an arm around Brandon's shoulders.
This kid gives me hope.
