Pusher...or Thug?

Do you see that look? Can you look into those eyes and see the deep-seated rebellion and nascent violence just beneath the surface? You can't? You see a cutie with her pice? Oh my poor, sweet, naive friends. Paranoia, you say? No, this time I have proof from a childcare professional. Yesterday when I picked Piper up from school, I was told she's been pushing other kids. It was said in an offhand way by the teacher and excused, but I think we all know what was really being said. She's a brute...clearly. She's stomping around that playground like Godzilla knocking over countless Japanese victims in the form of well-adjusted toddlers who know how to play well with others. I'm assuming this was mentioned to me at school since it's never happened there before and the teachers are confounded by how to correct this menace. I offered to never bring her again, but luckily they're good people and they're giving my criminal-in-training a second chance. I ventured on the drive home that, "we don't push friends, right, Piper?" and I was greeted with a profound and telling silence that I'm sure I'll remember during many future prison visits. She then repeated that "no, we don't push friends," but I'm now thinking that she had, in those moments of silence, moved all her fellow daycare attendants from the friends category into the hapless victims cateogry as to continue her rampage. So, if anyone needs me today, I'll be waiting with my hand on my cell phone for the school to call and ask me to remove her from the premises. Damn it, I love her anyway, because that's the commitment I've made to my little troublemaker.