Kate is learning about karma.
About a month ago Jack had just woken from a nap and all of us were playing in his room. I had changed his diaper and left to go to the laundry room (cloth diapering now...another post, another day). The girls were up on the big bed with Jack and all three were playing nicely. I had walked about 4 steps when Jack starting wailing. Sobbing. Crying. He was hurt.
My first thought was that he had rolled off the bed. At that point he hadn't proven that he was that mobile, but that is where my brain went first. I high tailed it in there to find all three still on the bed. I immediately went to Jack and bent to pick him up....and saw four tooth indentations in his little forehead. Momma saw red.
I asked who did it. No answer. Kate was closest, I scooped her up, spanked her, set her in the hallway and told her to go to her room. When I stepped back Lauren was saying, "I sorry, Jack. I sorry, Jack."...so I scooped her up, spanked her, set her in the hallway and told her to go to her room. It was the first time in my adventures in parenting that it was a very good thing that there was another crying baby who needed me...I might still be yelling and spanking. Whoa.
Jack calmed almost immediately.
The girls and I had a BIG talk. About biting, and lying, and someone else getting in trouble for our bad choices, and babies versus big girls, and anger, and forgiveness. I'm sure they soaked it all up. Momma was on a roll...and still shaking mad. It was good for me to just keep talking.
About a week later I came home from work and Hope was chuckling that Kate had told her a big story that day. I had already told Hope about the incident, and that my suspicions were still on Kate, but I really had no way of proving it. Kate confessed. To Hope. In detail.
Almost every day Kate goes through the pictures in my phone...pauses on the picture below and says "I bite. Sad day. Sorry Jackapoo." If you look up contrite in the dictionary....there's a picture of Kate.
A little boy bit Kate at 'school' last week.