Last night when I was helping Reid onto the toilet, she bit me! I think she meant it as a playful nip and, had I been wearing a sweater instead of a t-shirt, it wouldn’t have been any trouble. But I wasn’t and her super-sharp baby teeth actually broke the skin. I set her down quickly - on her feet and she manged to stay upright and backed away as I yelped “ouch”. Ken came running. He said I was loud enough that the neighbours 3 doors down heard but he exaggerates. I’m sure that it was only the ones on either side of us (gotta love townhouses). Reid, meanwhile, was crying and saying, “I’m sorry, Mama” over and over. Of course, I had to pick her up and comfort her - she was upset that I was upset and remorseful and I was the mama. Translate that last into “Suck it up, woman, your child is in distress.”Ken comforted Reid while I examined the damage and then I put her on the toilet and she took care of her business and we went to bed.

Reid also bit Ken last week - again it seemed intended as a friendly nibble - but it wasn’t nearly so traumatic for me. I asked Reid if someone at daycare had been biting and she said “no.” Reid has been the victim of biting at daycare but has never been the biter. Oh, did you notice how quick I was to blame the daycare kids. That wasn’t nice, was it?

I’m wondering if I should talk about the biting or let it go. I really don’t think she will do it again given the obvious pain she caused me. What do you think?