Some one is in a need of a good ass kicking..........

I bring Pudd'n home from speech therapy and as usual, he goes into his room and strips down to his skivvies. After a while I go to check on him and I notice these HUGE red scratches on his chest. WTF?!? Those were NOT there when I dropped him off at school this morning. On closer inspection, he's got a huge bruise on his knee. Now either he was falling off of something and some one grabbed him from behind and left the marks on his chest trying to break his fall, or some one is bullying my kid. There are two boys in his class that are highly combative and beat the shit outta any one with in striking distance when they get fustrated. It is usually the aids that get the most damage from these kids. So I called the teacher and was NOT satisfied with her answer of "I don't know what happened". The aids had already gone home for the day and she could not question them. I then called the principal. He is going to look into it himself. I am going to do some serious grilling of staff myself when I drop Pudd'n off for school. I'd better have some satifactory answers tomorrow. You DON'T mess with MY child. I WILL FUCK YOU UP AND ENJOY DOING IT.
On a happy note, the 20 year old buss boy was checking out my ass! I just about fell over when Vince pointed it out.
Vince: (clapping me on shoulder) Hey Mrs. Robinson!
Me: Huh?
Vince: Paco here was checking out your ass!
I then turn around and sure enough, Paco is all flustered and red in the face.
I then have to explain to Paco who "Mrs.Robinson" is. He gets all excited and asked if I would be his. Uhhhhh how about NO? No works for me. I'm MARRIED. That fact does not seem to phase him, I just rolled my eyes at him and told him to go buss some tables. Dork!