These are the words my sweet boy asked me yesterday evening as I sat with him on the floor at his train table. He was trying to maneuver around me, or rather over me, as he was racing his trains around the track. He came upon my legs for the first pass and said…
“Are you going to bite me?”
I was a bit appalled and said “No, of course not!”
He clambered over my legs and continued on and when he got back to my offending legs on the next pass, he looked at me in all seriousness and said again…“Are you going to bite me?”
And then I remembered.
I had swatted his hand as we were leaving the zoo this morning. And it stung. I know it stung from the way he started crying, not out of anger, but real sadness. I had been trying to … Continue reading