My son should have to wear a large scarlet letter on his chest. Scarlet is very appropriate - the color that soft, fleshy skin turns when vicious little teeth are pressed into it. A large scarlet B. He's a Biter. I'm so disappointed. He bit three girls yesterday - THREE! - and this after escalating consequences, consequences that even a two year old should understand. The last person was his adoring sister, who only wanted to leave the TV on when he wanted to turn it off. Since she stood in his way, he leaned over and bit her on the stomach.
At least he has never broken the skin. It could be worse, right? Right?