Son: "I wish there was a school where nobody bothered anybody."
Mother: "I don't think that school will ever exist. Is someone bothering you?"
Mother: "What's going on?"
Son: eyes full of water "They talk about my ears, my teeth, and my big head."
This was the beginning of finding out my dear son was getting bullied. Our conversation took place in the kitchen right before leaving to catch the bus - on the second day of school. I hated to send him out the door feeling the way he was, but I did. What I thought was simple, child-like behavior was not. What I thought would cease, continued.