Let me disqualify myself for a moment:
I don't have children. I don't have any children, and it's no accident. I also have never worked at, or been incarcerated in a nut-hatch. I am not now, nor have I ever been a teacher or a principal. I
was six once, for about a year. I have never weighed 37 lbs.
That said, here's what the father of that
six year old 37 lb girl ought to do, and what I
would do, if this were my child:
Go to a bar with a gravel parking lot (if there is at least one motorcycle in the lot, all the better, you're at the right place). Go in, pull up a stool, climb up on it, and tell this story. Then hire three--no, four--of the beefiest guys there (they'll probably work cheap, maybe free). Have them handcuff whomever made the decision to
handcuff and
commit a
six year old 37 lb girl and beat their miserable ass to a pulp. Then employ approximately one gallon of Amoco Ultimate to set this wonderful person fire. But be sure to put them out right before they die from it.
I don't care if the
six year old 37 lb girl pulled a knife and held it to someone's throat, their solution was
extremely heavy-handed and uncalled for.
