What would you do if I came up to and started calling you names, and made fun of the way you dressed, your hair and teeth? Are you going to just crack me in the face with your lunchbox and fracture my skull?
Whatever happened to sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me?
My kids were bullied in school, but they were taught to respond in kind. When one girl threated to hit my daughter, she took the initiative and laid her out. The assistant principal called to tell me he had to suspend her, and he was not even shocked when I said, "OK, that's fine with me", because he knew I was teacher. The ironic part of this story is two years later, he was the principal at another school and hired me to work for him!