There was something that we are referring to as "The Biting Incident" that occurred at preschool a couple of weeks ago.  No one in this home was the plaintiff or the defendant in said action but it did create a small stir at home.  It happens but I hadn't thought about it happening and all I was concerned with was whether or not Our Little Prince would suddenly become The Biter at some point.  He bit Derek once a couple of weeks ago, but he had been wailing and shoving his entire hand in his mouth.

Damn those molars. 

I asked Ms. JoAnn about the protocol regarding biting.  She recommended that biters (and swearers, for that matter) be "punished" by putting a little unsweetened cocoa on the tongue.  Completely harmless but she insisted it tastes bad enough to deter all manner of bad behavior.  This punishment, of course, would send my husband's language right into the gutter.  He'd be swearing left and right to get some unsweetened cocoa.

Is now a good time to tell her that I caught The Boy drinking Worchester sauce the other day?  You read that right.  Not once, but three times he took a swig.  I was making dinner and as he climbed onto the counter and grabbed it, a little part of me said, "well if he's gonna do it, isn't he gonna be in for a big surprise?"  Not so much.  Or not at all.  I had to take it away from him.  I put it on a different place on the counter and made the mistake of turning my back. 

Gulp, gulp, gulp. 

Not to be confused with his getting into the Altoids, Curiously Strong Mints which apparently were as strong as cooked pasta for the kid.  I couldn't get them out of his hands fast enough.  He was shoving them into his mouth at the speed of light.  In his defense, he then had Curiously Strong Breath. 

It runs in the family.  We can't get an invisible fence because our loving yet mentally challenged dog is so driven by pleasure that he can ignore all amount of pain to just get across that threshold of torture and commence licking to death whomever is on the other side.  I'm thinking The Boy would be the same with the shock collar.

Reality is that I would probably do better by using the "you can't be with Dad" defense to commence punishment of any kind.  Heaven forbid his father leave him for even a second of any day.

Cocoa?  Rank amateurs.  I'll see you and raise you a bottle of Tabasco.