6yr old Bullies.

Jolly came out of school last Friday looking very sad. “had a good day Jolly?” Big sigh “not really, Mummy, no”. Knowing he’s prone to these little dramatic moments I squeezed him sympathetically, but didn’t ask him to elaborate – knew the whole story would come in the fullness of an elaborate he said/she said story time. Enter big brother No.1 stage left (well, playground left, but don’t be picky and spoil the narrative) “hey, Jolly, you okay?” BIG squeezy (though slightly macho) cuddle. Shocked Mumma. My boys do NOT cuddle in the playground. Ever. On pain of dismemberment does anyone attempt physical displays of affection with No.1 in public. Eyes popping, I shepherd them out the playground and start gently probing (Gestapo fashion). Twould...