William has issues and I am not 'that parent'

A few follow-ups on my previous post. The one regarding the little brute at daycare who has reportedly been spitting on my child.

My first thought, when Zoey presented me with the he-yells-fuckit-and-spits-at-me story, was NOT to run right out and call her teachers. I don't want to be 'that parent' who gets on the phone every time her kid is upset and gives the teacher an earful. Also, I believe in arming my child with the tools to survive in the world, and we are (apparently) starting with the lesson on how to stick up for yourself. I coached her, many times, on how to tell William to (politely) fuck off. Complete with sticking her hand in his face oh-no-you-didn't style and telling him to (politely) go to hell. And then to promptly run and report the behavior to her teacher. It was that last part that seemed to leave her a little bewildered--Zoey is not the type to run and tell her teachers ANYTHING. She can't even quite wipe her own bottom yet but will she ask for help when she's in the bathroom? NO. So she seemed a little lost when I kept telling her IT'S OKAY TO TELL THE TEACHER WHEN SOMEONE IS SPITTING ON YOU.

I'm trying to empower her, people.

But then I talked to my mother, and my mother-in-law, who were both kind of 'um, yeah, empower all you want BUT SHE'S ONLY THREE and go call her teacher, for God's sake'.

Sometimes I just need a little prompting myself. A little reassurance that reporting an f-bomb on the playground and some spit being hurled around is NOT, in fact, being 'that parent'.

I talked to both of Zoey's teachers yesterday, both of whom were properly horrified by what was going on. They assured me that they are both well aware of William's "behavior issues", although neither of them had seen the little shit picking on my daughter. Ms. Nicole was particularly peeved with William's choice of language, and assured me she'd be talking to the program supervisor about all this.

Relief.

So, Zoey is heading back to daycare today and we'll see how it goes. We've not had ONE tummy ache in the past several days, and she seems pretty okay with going to school.

And if she pounds the living shit out of William on the playground, well, karma can be a bitch, can't it?