And what did YOU do to him?
S2 came home with a bite on his hand the other day. It was actually pretty impressive, and the perfect toddler-sized bite.
I asked him if he bit himself. Silence.
Me: Who bit you, buddy?
S2: Gawwet
Me: Garret bit you?
S2: Ya
Me: And what did you do to him?
S2: [silence]
Me: Did you take something away from him?
S2: Ya
Me: What did you take?
S2: [babbles something I completely didn’t get]
Well, there you have it. I knew he wasn’t blameless in this, especially given his latest affinity to be a complete menace. He does this to G all the time. He’d storm in (pun intended), yank whatever G is playing with straight out of his hands, and then run off, cackling. And then a fight ensues. I’m not shocked this extends past home, but I can’t wait to get over this.
Now, my mom will laugh reading this because this is almost a verbatim conversation she had with me when I was in pre-school. Except that I instigated being bitten by spitting at another child. She wished me that I would have kids just like me some time ago. Clearly, someone heard her.
That is too much. I do remember biting a girl on my soccer team when I was about 5, I thought she was prettier than me. I was swiftly sent to apologize 🙂