MD is a boy.
Apparently, boys are rough.
This should come as no surprise to me.
I grew up with two bothers.
We didn't play dress-up.
We were rough.
MD is rough.
Every single thing he does is rough.
Pet the dogs...no, pull their hair.
Hug the stuffed animal...no, tackle it to the ground.
Flip the page on the book...no, half-tear it out.
Give mommy a kiss...no, bite her face.
I'm done with my milk...chuck the sippy cup at the dogs' heads.
You get the idea.
I can't even count the number of times I've said, "Gentle, Mason".
"Use your gentle hands"
I know it will only get worse.
It's probably a lost cause.
Except the biting...that's a big no-no.
The boy that MD was biting at daycare is no longer at his daycare.
No, MD didn't scare him away.
Apparently the other boys' parents were very understanding about our vampire child.
Regardless..there hasn't been any biting since.
*Somebody PLEASE knock on wood for me!*
So I'm coming into understanding the reality of raising a little boy...who just got done taking a bath, during which he played with his own wiener for 90% of the time.
I am not prepared for this.