A couple of observations:
1. Nothing justifies striking an 11 year old girl. He should have turned and walked away.
2. I bet that is the last time that girl will ever rush a man with her fists in the air.
I hope they throw the book at him and it hits him right between the eyes.
Even IF one or two of them HAD gotten a little punch on the guy, it's like a meadowlark beating you to death with a tulip!
I am the stepdad, okay? And although my son liked me immediately, my daughter was a pretty tough customer for the first few years, okay?
There was an incident where, in her early teens, she decided she hated me. We (the whole fam, wife, son, me, her) all got into it at lunch one day and she had three of her little girlfriends with her and so she was feeling pretty badass.
She suddenly stood up and demanded to my wife that she "divorce me or else."
LOL...I made the mistake of looking up from my corned beef sandwich and muttering: "Or else WHAT?" :lamo
She lost it, and she and her little teeny bopper GF's went nutzo on me. Now mind you, my daughter is kind of a big girl and she's pretty strong. She actually got me one on the lip, and one of her friends slapped me.
Hoo boy, oh no...call the WAAAAHM-BULANCE.
I just sat there and looked at her, and she was still screaming at the top of her lungs, and so were her two girlfriends.
Wifey calmly said, "If you EVER do that again, YOU will be sent packing, my darling daughter. I'll miss you terribly, but you do not get to decide who I am married to, or who I stay with, and don't ever make that mistake again, and you better apologize to your father now, because he IS your father, and a better one than your real Dad."
Of course, this pissed off my daughter even more, and things didn't settle down for another two weeks, by which time my little fat lip had long since healed completely.
I never touched her or her little girlfriend.
Today she's twenty-four and I'm proud to say she loves me and calls me Dad all the time, and I am proud of both her and her brother, they are wonderful kids.
And I AM A MAN who doesn't worry about a few teeny boppers having a Midol crisis or teenage angst or whatever you call it. I am not a skilled fighter by any stretch, I can take care of myself most of the time but I've been punched out
for ten minutes or more by a PACK OF adult males on one occasion, where I lost consciousness, suffered a concussion, broken jaw, teeth, nose, eye socket, plus much more.
A couple of little teeny boppers? Nope, not worried.