The avenging toddler

The teacher was baffled.

"He's always so sweet," she said.

The note she handed over read: The E-man was aggressive today. He kept hitting and scratching two of his friends.

After a little questioning (along with a peek at the names on the other parents' injury notes) I figured out who the victims were — two little boys who had hit and scratched the E-man.

The previous week. Apparently, the E-man had been brooding, biding his time.

A few days ago, we got another note. The E-man had whacked a kid in the head with a Lego — the same kid who had bitten the E-man's big toe.

The previous week.

It appears my little man knows how to nurture a grudge. It's gotten to the point that I can anticipate a spurt of aggression. Someone will do something to him. He'll talk about his injury for several days.

And then he engineers a surprise attack on his attacker.

We've have a few talks about this, but remain at an impasse with our vengeful tot.

And quite frankly, I feel a bit hypocritical. I am, after all, the woman who painstakingly listed all of the Hub's out-of-town trips vs. mine in an effort to prove that I am more often the one carrying the domestic load.

My list was typed. With columns. Including one for number of days gone.

ahem

I can whip out an old offense and wield it within seconds of Hubs recommitting said offense.

Perhaps the E-man's issue is merely his timing?

I kid. Kind of.

Really, all I can say about this matter is that it's a darn good thing for Hubs that he's never bitten my big toe.