Go Outside and Play
I grew up in the ghetto, so parents usually stayed inside, neglected kids, and told them to play in the streets. So one day I’m outside playing with my friend, I’m around 10 at the time and she’s 7, and an actual 3-year-old starts calling us everything you can imagine. The kid ends up biting me so I go over and tell his dad. Dad calls me a the B-word, great.
Sometime the same week another kid is harassing us, calling us poor and ugly and once again, the B-word. So about fed up with this, he’s sitting over a rain drain so I grab the Payday bar that he had apparently saved up all his money for (he’s like 6) and throw it down the drain. He starts screaming and wailing “I’m gonna tell Mama! My mama’s gonna beat you!”
I sit around while he tells his mum a few houses down, he comes back all righteous and tells me “Mama wants to talk to you.” So I go over to his house and his mum says “what did he do to you? I heard his side, I want yours.” The kid’s smile immediately drops. I tell her about the harassment and she smiles the sweetest little smile before beating his backside right in front of me. Justice from the ghetto everyone, thanks kid’s Mama.
Story credit: Reddit / ArisuKiti