Today Big Kid's class went on a field trip to the zoo and little kid and I decided to go along. I figured this would be a total nightmare, but it actually wasn't that bad.
Big Kid's class loves little kid. He often shows up at their classroom in his shorts and cowboy boots, grinning ear to ear as usual, and they chant his name or grab at him and he gets all riled up from the attention.
However, today at the zoo they were all fussing over him like he was a baby and he didn't like that. He'd jerk away as they tried to hug him, and give them dirty looks when they exclaimed over him falling down. At one point I was holding him in my arms and one of the boys was playfully calling him a chicken over and over again. Finally, little kid leaned forward so that he was forehead to forehead with him and said, "Look dude, I not a chicken. You no call me chicken anymore. Not no more!" in a low, serious voice.
Everyone laughed, but no one really messed with little kid again. He made it clear that he doesn't put up with anybody's crap.