Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Lincoln and Teagan teamed up against a first-grade boy?” Jamie sounded as shocked as I felt.
“Um, yes.” Her cheeks heated, and she cleared her throat. “It seems that the boy in question had pulled London’s ponytail this morning when the first-grade classes were in the library. I’m not even sure how Lincoln and Teagan heard about it so quickly, but they said they went out there to protect their little sister from the boy.”
“Some kid pulled London’s hair?” Jamie growled, glaring at the principal. “And we’re just now hearing about it?”
I let go of his hand to pat his thigh. “Before you fly off the handle, let her finish telling us what happened.” I shifted my attention back to Mrs. Simpson. “I’m sure they handled it and brought the boy’s parents in for a talk, too.”
“Ah, no. Not yet. The boy didn’t mean anything bad by it. He has a little crush on London and—”
“You can stop right there,” Jamie interrupted, holding up his hand. “I don’t care why he pulled London’s ponytail. If some kid put his hand on my daughter, he’d better be punished for it. Especially considering the kind of stuff we’ve gotten called in for before.”
I nodded, thinking about the time Lincoln pulled a prank on Teagan by putting a frowny face on his peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he helped me make their lunches—knowing his little brother only ate them one side at a time. Teagan refused to eat his lunch, and the teachers got involved. If something that minor resulted in us getting called to the principal’s office, then some boy pulling London’s hair should warrant a talk with his parents, too.
Well aware of how fierce we could be when protecting our children, Mrs. Simpson wisely agreed, “I’ll call his parents as soon as we’re done here.”
“Good,” Jamie bit out with a terse nod. “Now that we’ve settled that, how about you tell us what exactly our boys did to protect their sister that required us to come in for this meeting when the hair-pulling incident didn’t even warrant a phone call informing us of what happened.”
Uh-oh. I recognized that tone, and Jamie was pissed. Like blow his top, p-i-s-s-e-d pissed. I leaned back in my seat, knowing there wasn’t anything I could do to stop the freight train that was my husband once his protective instincts were engaged.
“Like I said, the boys used their restroom passes to go out to the playground during first and second-grade recess. London pointed the boy out to them, and they cornered the boy to warn him away from their sister,” she explained.
“They warned him away?” Jamie echoed softly.
Mrs. Simpson nodded. “Yes.”
“How so?” he asked.
She tilted her head to the side. “Pardon?”
“How did my sons warn this boy away? With words? Or did they get physical?” he demanded.
“No, nothing like that.” She shook her head. “They cornered the boy near the slide and told him that if he ever touched London again—with or without her permission—they’d make him wish he could transfer to another school.”
“That’s it?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Um, y-yes,” she stuttered, finally catching on to how angry Jamie was.
“So, let me get this straight.” He crossed his legs and thrummed his fingers on his thigh. “Our sons didn’t lay a finger on this boy, but we were called in here when he’s the one who actually did touch our daughter. Is that correct?”
“Well, yes,” she conceded. “Technically, he did touch London when he tugged on her ponytail.”
“There’s nothing technical about it.” He stood and held a hand out for me. After I slid my palm against his, he helped me out of my seat. “We’ll talk to the boys about misusing bathroom passes, and it won’t happen in the future.”
I barely held back my snort of laughter because I knew darn well he was going to tell Lincoln and Teagan that breaking the rules was okay if that’s what it took to protect their sister. He’d probably get them a new video game as a reward, too. But she didn’t need to know that...unless a situation like this came up again. And if it did, I had no doubt my boys would take care of it. They took after their daddy, after all.