The Chucky who chuck chucks and doesn't seem to give up!

I really don't like talking about Chucky! That kid brings out the worst in me. He makes me feel terrible for writing about him and he is not even aware of it. And yet, I am writing about him. One day, I'd like to stop; however, it is definitely not today!

Monday, I was at Hans' school for pickup and his teacher pulled me aside to share that Hans had a bad day‎. It wasn't what I expected. She said that he bullied 2 boys from his class and made them cry! Before I could even say "what?"; Hans blurted out, "Chucky made me do it!" I was a bit shocked, but quickly recovered to give my youngest a sermon that went something like this:

You cannot blame anyone but yourself. You made the choice to bully those 2 boys. You made me very sad today.

Then, I apologized to Hans' teacher and we walked back home. All through the walk, I kept saying something like...

I can't believe you are my child. I am always nice to everyone, how can you be so mean to those boys?!

From what the teacher mentioned, there was no physical contact. It was more like Hans was taunting and teasing them for a few minutes to the point that the 2 boys ended up crying. Seriously?! When did this happen? Where was the teacher? So it happened at lunch recess where there is one lunch monitor for 99 or 100 kids!! No one noticed it till one of the boys started crying and all the other kids/witnesses pointed their fingers at Hans and declared that he was the bully who made it happen.

Not my Hans. Not my baby.

I was so upset. As soon as we got home, I asked Hans to write about his day; write about what he did and write an apology to those boys. I also told him that he would get an opportunity to read this in front of his class the next day. Hans didn't really like the idea, but he knew better than to protest.

I didn't really give Hans a chance to explain how it all came about or why he did what he did. ‎Hans and I, both of us have this habit of reflecting on our day just before we call it a day. It was then he said it again, "Chucky made me do it!!" This time I didn't get mad. I asked Hans to explain how Chucky can make him be mean to 2 boys?! Well, Chucky threatened to "Karate punch" Hans if he didn't do it. Hans was also afraid of "Karate kicks". This explanation frustrated me more than anything else. All I could say was:

Next time, take the punch!

I'd rather get a call from school that tells me that my child's nose is bleeding because Chucky punched him than have my child bully someone because he is afraid of Chucky punching him.

Maybe if Hans does say "Punch Me!" to Chucky, the latter will back off?! I don't know. Hans' class has only 16 students and they work in groups of 4. At the beginning of the month, Hans informed me that he can no longer ignore Chucky as the latter is in his new group. That was the prior advice I gave my child - Thou shall ignore Chucky.‎ So much for that!

When ASid was bullied, we decided to enroll him in a Karate class. ‎It was meant to build his confidence as well as instill focus and discipline. ASid didn't care for it very much. We could enroll Hans in Karate right now, but in this case it seems like we are giving him a gun instead of teaching him to dodge a bullet.

All I can do is to tell my child not to be afraid. Stand up to the bully! I am quite tired of writing the Chucky chronicles ‎and I'd like to stop as well.

Help.