what happened

A kindergarten student is not usually sent to my office. I am the counselor, who gets my shares of stirrers. Usually when a five-year-old is sent to me, they are crying. This little blonde blue-eyed beauty was not crying. She had a smug look on her face, actually not a tear in sight. Find out what happened, the principal said, before she left. What happened? I asked the dainty cherub. When? I am not sure “just now?” Nothing. I have to call the teacher to get an inkling. She was fighting. You mean arguing? No I mean flat out fist walloping pummeling fighting. I look for scratches or bruises but see no evidence. Were you in a fight? She nods her head. I smashed them and bashed him, she told me. She had a pleased smile. I am surprised, but not stunned. I have raised three daughters. Two of them are tough. She brags about her fighting prowess. I find out later this little darling has four older brothers.