Shark puppet

So it’s not a great start of a story, but it has a lovely ending.

Mr. L and his Sharky puppet

Mr. L discovered a YouTube channel all about a sharky puppet who goes around doing things that my boys find hilarious. So I mentioned to my husband that we might end up having this puppet in our house. To which my husband responded with hopes that we wouldn’t.

Well fast forward to a couple of weeks later and lo and behold a neighbor boy had a few of these puppets. I started wondering again if we were going to have to go looking for a few of our own, so I started looking up toy stores in the area and of course all the local stores were out of stock.

Fast forward another day or 2 and Mr. L not only discovered that the neighbor boy had a few of these rubber, ocean creatures but my son became the target of bullying over it.

I was sitting out on our front lawn holding our new little puppy watching my kids playing on their scooters, when I realized that boy was outside playing with a group of other boys and they were chasing each other with these puppets.

Needless to say I became on alert watching how this was going to unfold. Were these boys going to share? (Knowing this group of boys, meant probably no), was Mr. L going to be content talking with the boys but not wanting to try on their rubber shark toy? Nope, these kids decided to act like jerks.

So I called in Little Miss A, scooped up the dog and put them both inside my house before heading over to call my boys home. But apparently I wasn’t fast enough about getting my 2 year old inside. By the time I got to the scene these terrible children were taking turns tormenting my special needs son, running in circles around him. These kids were taking turns dodging in and out running up to Mr. L and teasing and taunting him and through his tears pleading with them to share they were laughing in his face and then running away flaunting their stupid toys.

I ran to my son who was literally a puddle of tears crumpled up on the grass, completely devastated and quickly escalating into an anxiety attack. Once I got to him I called those kids out and when they tried to scramble away I called them back and chewed them out for their heartless behavior.

I demanded to know why they would pick on anyone and bring them to tears, let alone a child with special needs. I called out their behaviors and told them how wrong they had behaved for being bullies and when they tried to leave again I yelled at them for ignoring me and told them they better not EVER treat my son like that again. And with heads hung low they all turned tail and took off in opposite directions.

But wait! There’s more. After taking my boys in, settling my son down and getting shark puppets ordered I was back outside with my 2 year old because my puppy needed another bathroom break. When one of the mothers of those boys came walking by and asked how I was doing.

I told her not good, and I explained what her son had done and she responded, “Boys will be boys” to which I replied, “No, boys need to be taught to be good people and to not be bullies”. This neighbor then said, “Well, kids are kids” and with frustration and knots starting to form in my stomach I said with a stern and level voice, “No. kids need to be taught how to treat other people, including and especially special needs people and to not be bullies”. This lady fell silent and didn’t know what to do so I continued, “Kids need to be told when they have done something wrong and need to learn how to say sorry”.

To my surprise she actually called to her son and told him he needed to apologize to me for what he did earlier to my son. I told this child thank you and I said that children are not bad, they just sometimes make mistakes and that it was good of him to apologize.

I don’t hate those kids, I hate that the situation happened. I hate that these kids learned somewhere along the way that it was ok to act that way. My heart hurts not only for my son and what will probably happen again in his future. But my heart also hurts for those kids who were probably picked on too, and were probably ganged up on and bullied too. Adults can be cruel and caring parents need to not only protect their children from these people, but need to teach them with patient and consistent words and actions to not become cruel adults themselves.

But the happy part of this story is that when I first got Mr. L inside I sent a Facebook message out asking for help in finding these shark puppets and my MIL and my SIL came to the rescue. First my husband ordered the soonest he could find possible to have shipped. Then my SIL found some that could arrive sooner, and then my MIL found that her local Walmart had 3 left in stock and immediately put them on in store pick up and drove them across the state to us the next day.

Little Miss A and her Sharky puppet

There are good people in the world, and now my children have 9 shark puppets to share 🦈🙄😜😅☺️



  1. Wow. I’d say the happiest part of the story was when your message finally resonated with the mother of the bully and she sent him to apologize, which he did. Two people learned an important lesson in that encounter.

    Btw, I send a copy of your books to my niece in Georgia, one of whose sons is autistic. They were well received!

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  2. I love this ending. It is so heartbreaking when special needs kids get picked on. We had some neighbor kids do this also but it was while they were all riding bikes together. I had told my daughter and son to never go into the alley when riding their bikes and since they were riding with some little girls down the street I thought they would have fun and it would be safer in a group. There was also another little boy that joined in. The youngest girl in the group, about 9 I think, my son was 8, anyway she was the mean one at first and her and the other little boy were telling my children to go into the alley and then they would ride away leaving my kids by themselves. My daughter came home because she said the kids were acting mean towards them, especially my son and kept riding their bikes into the alley trying to get them to go. In our alley we have problems sometimes with addicts hanging out there here in the city. It was so upsetting and I called the stepfather to tell him what his stepchildren were doing. The mother eventually came down to my house and had her children apologized but they were forced to and after that they never really were friendly towards us in the neighborhood again. The mother was in charge of the block watch and always had meetings but we were never invited after that because her children could never do anything wrong. The mother was also really big in her church and again, her children were angels but in private they were cruel. Kids learn from their parents how to have empathy towards others, they learn what is important and how to be kind by the ones that raise them. I am so happy that in the end your kids have a great mom that is there to teach them this, hopefully that other mom will have her children stop by to continue being nice to your children and include them in their play activities in a kind way. Maybe the mom can set up games in the front yard that encourage them to play together nicely. Like that tic tac toe bean bag toss, or ring toss, water play…all kinds of ways to play nicely together.

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    • I’m so sorry to hear your experience with rude little neighbor children. You are right though, kids learn from their parents how to treat others. We have moved since then because my husband found a job he loves. Moving during a pandemic has proven harder then we expected. The only neighbor with kids is afraid to let them play outside. So I’ve started taking my kids to a gym class in hopes of making some friends 🤞❤️


  3. Good for you for calling out those kids on their terrible behavior, especially in the face of that “boys will be boys” attitude! Yes, kids should learn how to treat each other with empathy and respect. That’s part of “raising” them, guiding them so they don’t just follow their lowest impulses.

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    • Thank you! It surprises me sometimes how stressed I can feel after calling kids out on their crap. It’s not an easy thing to do when it’s not your kid. Ya never know how the parent will respond.

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