Angry!

Today, we received an incident report that Troy had been bitten on the hand by his best friend, Misha…of all people! The daycare teacher said she couldn’t believe it, because Troy and Misha are inseparable. He apparently had cried quite a lot, and her razor-sharp choppers had drawn blood.

When I asked him this evening about it, he confirmed that Misha had, in fact, bitten him, and he showed me the red, inflamed bite mark on his thumb. When I asked him why she’d done it, he said, “Because she’s mean.” I said, “I don’t believe that. Misha is not mean, she’s sweet.” “She’s not sweet! She’s so…ANGRY!!!” he screamed in response. “She bit me!” he added, showing me the bite mark again. “Well, what did you do to make her angry?” “I don’t know, nothing.”

I had to laugh at how much this sounded like conversations I’ve had with grown men when they have a confrontation with their wives. “I didn’t do anything! She just went off on me! There’s something wrong with that woman, she’s so angry!”