Fang. Jaws. Animal. All nicknames for that kid: the Biter. Milo.
He's been acting out his 18-to-24-month aggression by leaving angry, tooth-indented rings in the flesh of his classmates. It's a problem, obviously. But what's funny is that his teachers are having a bit of hard time correcting his behavior...because he's so damn cute. "That face," they tell me. This week he was kicked out of graduated from the younger toddler afternoon classroom into the older toddler room, because the girls with the little kids were entirely too charmed by him to do anything about the biting. When I picked him up last Thursday, I was met at the door by Micah, who had a giant bite-mark on his cheek (Milo) and Charlie, sporting a dental imprint on his arm (Milo). Fang, for his part, hugged and kissed both his friends/victims as I opened the door, then he ran down the hall, leaving me with my apologies to the parents of the bitees. Milo: a lover and a biter. One has to wonder if this is what it will be like when I bail him out of jail.