Poot and Cubby

A few weeks ago, Elliot and her cute little man, Jacob had a falling-out. No one knows for sure what happened, but Elliot refused to speak with Jacob and told us repeatedly, “I no like Jacob no more. He not my friend.” Considering these two were legendary for their hugging marathons, I was curious about what happened. With the help of further prodding, Elliot delivered the clearest of explanations: “Jacob said no.” Oh, boy.

The lovers’ quarrel abruptly ended. Then, last week, Elliot announced in the car, “I bite Jacob.” I didn’t take her seriously – let’s remember people, this is the kid that frequently tells me that babies bite her eyes or that puppies bite her legs. She is not short on imagination. Then, the next day, the daycare worker tells me that Elliot did indeed bite him. At first, I was mortified, but when the worker explained what happened, I couldn’t help but laugh. She said it wasn’t a hard bite (I’m not saying this makes it okay…), but just a way to let him know who “wears the pants in the relationship.” When she asked Elliot about why she bit Jacob, Elliot would only say, “He no listen my words.” I couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of my little piranha. Who doesn’t occasionally want to bite their partner when he’s not listening? That would teach him. I’m not suggesting that you break the skin or anything; just a wee nip to let him know your needs must be attended to – NOW!

So, here I was thinking my girl was all strong and independent. And smart (well, usually). Then I heard about the attempted co-ed sleepover. My god, she’s two years old! I shouldn’t have to worry that I’ve created a thong-wearing-hussy so soon, should I? But, perhaps I should explain my anxiety. Elliot never naps (ever), so during nap time, she usually sits on Jacob’s cot and rubs his back and sings him to sleep. But the day after the biting incident (perhaps she was trying to apologize in her own highly inappropriate way?), she invited him back to her place. Somehow – without the aid of alcohol, or drugs, I’m told, but perhaps I’m just being a naive mama – Elliot convinced Jacob to lay down on her cot with his blanket and teddy. My favorite daycare worker, determined that Elliot not get any action during naptime under her watch, sent Jacob back to his bed while ensuring that he did not trip over Elliot’s bottom lip which had assumed the Hyper-Pout position. Good to know someone is watching out for the other children while my child tries to suffocate them with her affections.