So my 13 yo got in his first fight today, sticking up for his friend that was getting whooped pretty good. My son got three good ones in, until he broke his hand (boxer's fracture) and the other kid ran away crying. Just got back from 5 hours at the emergency room, and now he gets to realize the consequences of fighting, you know, pain, limitations of not having a useful hand for a while, etc. He got the crap scared out of him by the sheriff's deputy who told him that it technically boils down to the fact that he assaulted the other kid, but, told me when he was done taking the statement that it's a boys being boys thing. Hospital was required to call the sheriff because it involved a fight. Sucks that I can't really say "good job", and had to give him a hard time about fighting. But inside, I'm saying "that's my boy".