So my twinkies go to daycare twice a week and they love it, I love it, we all love it. Getting them fed, dressed and out the door I don’t love, but watching the car speed down the driveway has me smiling into my coffee mug. I have almost an hour to myself, something that I cherish like a meth addict would cherish good dental insurance. Then I myself am off to the land of traveling sales, by noon I miss my little dudes. I love their teachers and the care they receive and I just live for the daily written reports. My day is not complete if I don’t have the full monty on their poops and eating. I just need to know these things. Then there is the part of the report that explains what they did for the day and what exactly the masterpiece they came home with is.
Today the daily report was um…a little different in nature. I noticed immediately that it appeared to be two pages long. Never before has this happened. Within 30 seconds I get to “the incident”. Apparently William mistook his brother’s meaty thigh for a chew toy and bit him. Tears of course ensued and lots of hugs for Finn and a timeout for Will. On one hand I am beyond delighted that it wasn’t another child, but it did bring me back to the days of hearing horror stories of kids that bite. I am not concerned that Will is destined to be a cannibal or suffering from some sort of over-diagnosed spectrum disorder. Frankly, I think he got pissed-it happens. I don’t condone it by any means but I do think it is normal. For the record my Finn has been known to tackle his brother on occasion as well. We do discipline them by way of talking about right and wrong but they are twins and siblings, afterall.
This brings me to the topic about biting in daycare. I am not sure what is worse, being the one bit or the parent of the biter. I was lucky they are related. What is your take? What situations have you run into?
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