This is a long rant, but I feel the payoff at the end is worth the read.
My son (4 years old) is on spring break this week, and his best buddy Andy (5 years old) spent the night at our house last night. I'm really not a fan of this kid. He can be very rude, disrespectful, obnoxious, selfish, and outright mean at times. But, my son likes to play with him and they usually get along OK, so I grit my teeth and tolerate the kid.
However, last night I started to get REALLY frustrated. His buddy seem to have all of his nasty traits cranked up to overdrive, and was really being hurtful to my son.
example 1: Andy brought toys over for the sleepover, but it seemed that the ONLY reason he brought them was to not let my son play with them. Andy didn't want to play with them and clearly stated that, but he wouldn't let my sone play with them either and clearly stated that as well.
example 2: Andy would refuse to share things, and would take things away from my son. When my son protested, Andy would say, "I'm the guest, and I get to do what I want."
Well.. I put a stop to that sh!t and I raised my voice (not "yelled", but a big booming "daddy" voice) and explained to Andy that we are all equal in my house and guests don't get special privledges or rights.. especially the right to be selfish.
After a few hours of this kind of stuff, I really felt like my hands were tied; I couldn't discipline Andy because he wasn't my son, but his behavior and treatment of my son was so terrible that I really wanted my son to have some revenge of some sort.
But, kids are resilient and even though my son was being traeated poorly, he kept bouncing back and wasn't really phased too much. I took a little comfort in that, but I still wanted justice. What could I do?
Anyway, at the end of the night, I got peace of mind.
The kids had been playing outside and had gotten really muddy/dirty, and they badly needed a bath. I took my daughter into one bathroom to bathe her and my wife took the boys into the other bathroom to bathe them (I was at a point where I didn't even want to be around Andy anymore.)
From down the hall, I hear my wife telling the boys to get undressed, go potty, and get into the tub. There is some shuffling around for a minute or two and then I hear my son's voice drift down the hall.
"Wow, Andy... look how much bigger my penis is than yours."