I've got a treasure and I call him Billy. He was brave and strong, and even had the boyish charm of his dad. Of course, I wanted him to be as mighty as the Superman of the house. But I didn't know, he'll turn out rougher than I intended to. I'm getting tired of the weekly complaints from school. It's even a shame to be confronted by another parent who pleads that my Billy should stop
bullying kids.
