I was walking my usual route to work when I passed the local orphanage and one of the children called me a poopy-head. This confused me as I had done nothing to provoke such name calling, yet the child did it anyway. I returned home and saw the child later that day. Again, they called me a poopy-head. I told them I would not allow such behavior to continue to which they responded by calling me a poopy-head again. This infuriated me. I had woken up early that morning with a plan. I did my usual morning routine, only this time I had gotten my pit bull Princess ready as well. I attached her leash to her collar and chuckled to my self at my plan. I walked to the orphanage and knocked. As I was waiting for an answer I unleashed Princess and held her close. When the door opened I let her go and she dashed in. I heard screams of utter terror coming from the back of the orphanage as children were startled awake by the dog. Nearly half an hour later the screaming stopped. I entered the building and found the brat laying wounded on a torn up mattress. “Maybe this will serve as a lesson to calling strangers poopy-head” I told him. I found Princess and reattached the leash to her, giving her a pat on the head. I brought Princess back home and walked to work, pleased with myself

AITA for releasing my pit bull into an orphanage after one of the children called me a poopy-head?