By Brandon Graham
I consider myself an attentive father. And I know my daughter; I know she has a big heart. So when she made friends with this big fat girl who has two big fat parents I asked “Who’s that?”
My daughter answered “That’s Jackie? The other kids were picking on her and I thought she could use a friend.”
I said: “You ever think there might be a good reason the other kids were picking on that big fatty? Huh? You listen. You’ve got to quit hangin’ out with that Fat Jackie. And I mean now. Or her loser-stick will cling to you from now all the way through High School. Now you don’t want that, do you?”
“No,” She said.
“That’s my girl,” I told her.
I think we really dodged a bullet there.
