Big Bully Brendan . . .truly, he is a big, big bully!!! If he's not throwing very large, hard objects at us and other kids with his perfect aim, he is biting my back and pulling my hair in the backpack, or he's pushing all the other kids down, or he is terrorizing the cat by pulling his tail and tackling him. He LOVES the reaction that he gets from it and I guess that means that I shouldn't react but, come on, when he takes a chunk out of my back while I'm trying to finish up the grocery shopping, I have a REALLY hard time ignoring it. I'm hoping, crossing all my crossables, that this is just a phase and that he will turn into a sweet, gentle, kind, and loving little boy . . .because I might just have to start hitting and biting him back and I think other shoppers might frown upon the crazy lady who just bit her son's leg because that's the only thing that's reachable while he's in the pack.
Oh, Brendan I do love you but sometimes your mischievous grin scares the be-jesus out of me.
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