My daughter told me this story today about how she was getting pushed by some third graders on the playground. I immediately stopped what I was doing and broke in. "You mean they were pushing you on the tire swing?" I asked. "Yeah," she said, angrily. "Were they being mean?" I asked again. "No," she said, "They were just pushing us," but as I felt my worry subside I noticed that Juliet was still appalled. "What's wrong with them pushing you on the tire swing?" I coaxed. She sighed, "because the one said to the other, 'You wanna push these little kids?' and... wha.... why.... Why would they call me little?!"
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