My two boys were fighting the other day over a toy basketball hoop. The kind you can stick to the window with the giant suction cup. The baby (I really need to stop calling him that. He turns two next week!) was playing with it, but apparently my kindergartener thought he shouldn’t be playing with it in the living room. So, he took it away from the baby. Bad move. Karma was quick. So was my toddler. He bit him. Right in the ass. Of course, I didn’t see this. I only heard my kindergartener’s screams and his explanation that he “didn’t know why” his little brother bit him. I scolded the baby and all but kissed my kindergartener’s butt. Ugh.
By the way, remember the other day when I told you never to google image “perky” or “cancer”? Lets add to that list “bite.” Gross.
Oh- and one more note. My nine-year old daughter was looking in my closet the other day and found the box for the easel Santa brought her. Crap. She asks “I thought Santa brought us the easel! Why do you have the box?” Crap. Crap. Crap. My response? “Um… Santa doesn’t have room in his sleigh for all the packaging!”