Bully boy

We met our first bully at the park today. Not only does the park have lovely swings and delicious slides, but it also has a tiny little plastic house, complete with tunnels, steering wheels, movable flowers and bees. It's super cool. Zach and I cruised over today, and were delighted to find other neighbors frolicking in the tiny house. Except for one kid... somewhere between 18 and 24 months, this kid was laying down a hefty smack on a one year old soon after we arrived. The one year old screamed, parents intervened, and it was over. His mommy assured us that he really loves babies... yeah he does. I let Zach play in the house with this rat for a little while, til I heard my precious babe crying for my help. He was on his back, and the mini lug was on top of him. His mom said Zach fell on his own (yeah right), then her son was trying to smack him out of the way so he could crawl through the tunnel.
Though his mom was very apologetic and properly reprimanded her child, Zach was inconsolable. He sobbed and sobbed, then started spewing rocks all over my shoulder. Did I mention he tries to eat the pebbles in the house? He looked like he was a demon baby. Anyway, no rocks were inhaled and Zach has no bruises, so we made it out unscathed. But it was still traumatic.