Leo has started going to nursery 2 or 3 mornings a week. I drop him off at 9 and collect him at 11 using that precious time for me and for work. For 2 hours he shouts, plays, paints, runs and stimulates his body and brain with 25 other children. At the beginning he showed his complete dislike at being left by throwing a massive wobbly, arching his back and flinging his fists.
However progress has begun to show itself in bright colours and this week (week number 5) he climbed out of his buggy and toddled in, all carefree and bouncy. He hardly had time to stop for me to kiss him such was his joy, such was his focus on his little friends racing around the garden like wound up toys. Oh happy, happy days.
Two hours later when I returned to collect him I was greeted with a different scene. A crying toddler whining 'mummy, mummy' came lurching towards me. One of the teacher's was hot on his tail looking flustered and worried. I asked what was the matter, why was he upset........'iowouf02yv90wee0u0wvhwhvwa,' was her reply catching like static between my ears.
I asked her to repeat herself.
'Sorry but we've just had to tell him off because he's bitten a child. A third child actually.'
'Err, pardon, how many children?'
Holy fuc*ing crap.
To make matters worse the 3 children were rounded up and brought over to me for bite inspection. Leo had spectacularly chomped one little girl on her fleshy upper arm, another girl on her tummy and a little boy on his shoulder blade. Big teeth imprints, like badges, throbbed on their tender skin.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat. Bloody grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat.
He bit me last night as I wrestled his tooth brush from his chunky grasp (I swear it was like wrestling with a gorilla) so I chomped him back, hard. He cried like a wolf until he heard the owl in the tree outside his window. He started twit twooing and the bite episode was forgotten in seconds.
I'm blaming a lot of stuff on the weather at the moment, this sun is doing crazy things to us all. However should Leo continue to bite I'm going to leave him in his cardboard box. A stint in there for a week should sort him out.
Mad dog indeed!