The greatest boxer in the world...

Or at least in her class at daycare, anyway. Yep...it's true. Remember a few posts ago I showed you the picture of Blair's shiner and told you about the really bad two weeks she had at school...one rug rat pushed her down onto a bookshelf (resulting in the shiner) and another bit her lip a few days later? Remember - I wanted to inflict corporal punishment on those two little hellions who hurt my poor, sweet, innocent Blair-bear?

Well...apparently yesterday, she decided to take a stand. When I picked her up yesterday afternoon, we were saying our goodbyes (she has to tell all the staff bye-bye before we leave every. single. day.) and the director giggled and told me that Blair was quite frisky today. I smiled and thought she'd probably entertained them with her new "shake-it" dance.

"Why - what did she do?"

"Well, I really shouldn't tell you this, but I just have to," she said. I started to panic a little. "She initiated three scuffles today."

"Noooo! Was anyone hurt?" I asked - Blair had no new visible injuries, and I hadn't noticed any bloody noses or fat lips on any of the other kids in her class.

"No, and I just giggled when they told me about it. I guess she felt the need to make a new name for herself - she let them know that she isn't the new girl anymore and won't let them push her around!" was her response.

I laughed, picked her up and exited with the theme from Rocky playing in my head. I'm sort of proud, embarrassed, horrified and curious about this new milestone. Oh well, I guess we shouldn't let her watch Wrestlemania any more. (KIDDING)

Oh, and she has tinkled in the potty twice since the big poo-poo post!!