My son Barry came home from school today. He was dirty, bleeding, and crying. "What happened?" I asked. "Those mean bullies beat me up again," he finally managed. It appeared his nose had been broken. He clearly needed to go to the emergency room. "Did you try ignoring them? Did you pretend they didn't exist, like I told you to?" "Yes. And I pretended they weren't beating me up, too. But I could still feel them punching me." "Well, you're just going to do a better job ignoring them, little mister." None of that actually happened, thank God. But I...