The mad biter has bit again. C. and I have been having some issues lately. He's lazy and stubborn as am I. Lucky for me I am bigger and meaner so I usually win. He absolutely gives me a run for my money.
Anyway, I get a call from C's school that he bit someone at school AGAIN!! I blew. The teacher was quick to his defense. Apparently he was provoked. Not good enough for me. That boy is mine. Well, when it was time to pick him up from school he took one look at my face and burst into tears. GOOD!! He's scared. If I were a GM I would be nurturing and loving and reassuring. It has been established that I am not one of those so as soon as the car door closed we had a good ole fashion COME TO JESUS.
Once we pulled up to the front of the house, C. refused to get out of the car. Did he really think I wouldn't leave his biter butt in the car ALL NIGHT! Don't tempt me boy. Eventually, I just grabbed him out kicking and screaming and took him to his room. We both needed a time out at that point.
Again, I found myself making the dreaded phone call. I have made it so many times I should just have my script taped to the refrigerator door instead of the emergency phone list.
It goes a little something like this:
Hello, (insert name). My name is Shannon and I am C's mother. I was informed that C. (hit, kicked, pushed, bit)your child, (insert name). Is (insert name) okay? I apologize that C. hurt (insert name). Thank you for not filing charges. Have a good night.
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