There are some words that you that you never want to hear when you arrive to pick up your child.
“We need to talk to Mummy, don’t we?” Are some of those words.
“Today your son bit someone,” are some more.
“He drew blood.” Another three.
Listen to Holly and Andrew Daddo discussing what to do with a biter on the This Glorious Mess podcast, here:
Kids bite. No-one wants their child to be bitten. And absolutely NO-ONE wants their child to be The Biter.
Oh, the shame. Best-sellers have been written about it, for God’s sake. In Liane Moriarty’s Big Little Lies (trailer, above), all hell breaks loose after one pre-schooler is accused of deliberately hurting another and sparking a parental war.
So the day I went to get my son and was pulled aside to be told he had sunk his teeth into Little Tex’s chest so deeply that they had broken the skin, well… it wasn’t my proudest hour.
The teacher looked on, straight-faced, as I babbled that he’d never done such a thing before, that I would ensure he never would do so again, and barked threats at four-year-old Billy, who looked… unbothered.
And then. Little Tex’s mum showed up.