Ben and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Poor Ben. Tyler picked him up from school yesterday and called me from the car to report that he also picked up not one, but two incident reports! What? The first one was from 8:50 a.m. when Ben got bit during freeplay. Bit! The second one was from 2:35 p.m. when Ben bit his own tongue during snacktime. Not the first time he's bit his tongue, but this was bad enough to break skin and require a change out of his bloody shirt. (however, apparently not bad enough to call his mother...)

Now that's a bad day! But before you start feeling too sorry for Ben, we have also learned that he can certainly hold his own. When one of the other children are in his way, he will grab them by the collar and forcibly remove them from his path. The teachers say, "No fighting, Ben" to which he collapses in tears on the floor until he regains composure. Sigh.

And then I was informed this morning that my sweet and innocent baby might have had the arm bite coming as a few minutes beforehand, he was the one doing the biting! Gasp! I have to wonder what the power struggle between these two is - although the teachers won't ID the other culprit. (probably for the best as I was ready to give that one-year-old a talkin' to...until it turned out mine needed one too!) I guess it's eye for an eye in the Waddlers' Room!

battle wound

Regardless, Ben got to eat whatever he wanted at dinner last night and then hit the sack early with some Tylenol. Slept great through the night and woke up ready to take on a new day!

(wearing his tough-guy outfit to ward off any conflict)
"I've got a good feeling about today, Mom!"

So brave, buddy. So brave.
sniff sniff