February 25, 2009 6:00 am
We experienced a blow to our parental egos this week. At the exact moment I speak of, Graham had been alive approximately two years, two months, two days and two hours (give or take half an hour). I arrived to find Graham in the classroom with the teacher and another kid. The rest of the kids were still happily playing outside on the playground. “Ah, there’s my little troublemaker”, I said. I was actually referring to the fact that he’s usually the playground shitter that forces the teacher to make a special trip inside to change his diaper.
The teacher informed me that yes, he had gotten into trouble today and there was an incident report to sign. It happened while Graham and another kid were waiting to go back to the classroom to change their diapers (see: playground shitter). Graham leaned over and chomped down on the other kid’s arm. He didn’t break the skin but from what the teacher said, he left a pretty nice bruise. His teacher told me that she handled the situation and asked that we talk it over with Graham again to remind him that biting is not ok. She couldn’t say who the other kid was due to privacy reasons but I told her that the crying kid sitting there with the ice pack on his arm was a pretty good giveaway. BINGO. I apologized profusely and signed my incident report quickly since the other kid’s mom was coming in and it was supposed to be anonymous. It was pretty obvious that it was my kid that bit since I was the only other adult in the room and was signing a report when she walked in. Either way, I played dumb and hauled ass with my little barracuda.
I was pretty embarrassed about the whole thing but I was also shocked. Graham’s not a biter, he doesn’t bite at home or anywhere else from what I’ve seen. Elliot has recently started chomping down on her brother so I’m guessing that’s where he picked up on it. I know it’s common for kids to bite, but it felt pretty shitty to have it be my kid doing the biting. On the way home, I decided to broach the subject with Graham.
Me: Graham, did you bite Nick at school today?
Graham: Mama, I bite Nick! I bite Nick at school!
Me: Biting is not ok. Nick is your friend and we DON’T bite our friends (This is actually a Yo Gabba Gabba song that I was referencing to try to drive home the point). You gave Nick a boo boo and made Nick cry when you bit him.
Graham: Mama! Mama, I bite Nick!!!!! I bite Nick at school!!!!