"Brian said that I'm a DUMB BABY."
"Did you tell him that's not very nice?"
"Yes and he just kept saying it and saying that I was a DUMB BABY."
"You know that's not true, right? You know you're a very smart big girl, right?"
"Right. Yes. I think that he's WRONG."
It's already started. I cried, because it's already started, and because she's so naively, beautifully self-confident and I wish I could be sure that in 10 years when they're calling her so much worse she'll have that same confidence.
I would also like to hold Brian against the wall by his neck and tell him through clenched teeth that if he ever calls my daughter a dumb baby again, he won't live to see another birthday.
