Vendetta

Charlie woke up yesterday morning with an apparent vendetta against one of his classmates.

"Teddy* hurt me," he announced as I picked him up out of his crib.

"I think you probably had a bad dream," I told him as I carried him over to his changing table to get him dressed.

Unfazed, Charlie continued: "Teddy pushed me. Teddy took my leggos. Teddy spilled my cheerios."

He then squeezed his fist tight so his fingernails were digging into his palm. "Teddy did that," he announced, opening up his hand to reveal the red marks he had just made.

"Tell his teachers to keep him away from Teddy today," I warned Mike as we left the house.

*Teddy's name has been changed to protect the innocent.