Behaving as a parent
When Beloved arrived home yesterday with both kids in tow, he told me that he had to sign an accident form for Bear. Another child had bitten him on the hand. Of course, the school won't tell you which child bit him, so I simply asked Bear if had been bitten today. He held up his hand and told me, "bite my hand." I then simply asked him who bit him. "Wyatt bite my hand." There you go. I have the bad apple. I told Beloved who had to restrain himself from showing Bear how to box.
I did (repeatedly) tell Bear to go to school today and tell the suspect, "No biting me, Wyatt!"
