I picked you up from school the other day and was promptly informed that you had received a rather bad bite from a classmate – a good friend of yours actually. The teacher told me is was the most bizarre thing; the kids were sitting down for snack when ‘M’ leaned over and bit Buddy soundly on the shoulder, hard enough to leave an immediate bruise.
“M!” the teacher shouted,”No!”
She removed the biter and sat him in time-out. “M, teeth are for food, not for biting. Why did you bite Buddy? He’s your friend!”
M considered, then looked at the teacher and said, “Buddy food?”
Stifling a laugh the teacher responded, “No, M. Buddy is not food.”
You took this all in stride. “It ok,” you said. “I bit Kitten, so it ok.”
Three-year old justice is very basic. As is, apparently, their menu.