Not With These Losers

When she does not get her way she throws a fit. That is what I do! Her mother told us. In a delighted way, proud. She does not get along well with her classmates. They are a bunch of losers! Her mother said. Glowering at us, fists clenched. The teacher and I looked at each other. I think she would be happier if she had friends, I said. As softly as I could. Her mother stared at me. Then she threw back her head and laughed. Not with THESE losers! She said. These losers are five and six.