or the arm of the little girl who has a mother who might slap the taste right out of your mouth.
Here's what happened... I was talking to Eva's preschool teacher about her (the teacher) husband who has left her because he has realized that he is transgendered and is now living as a woman in lycra pants and bangles and carrying a purse and trying to tell her where the best new place in town is for manicures when I heard the very distinct sound of my daughter crying. And damn if she didn't have a perfect little matched set of 3 year old chompers marked out in the soft tender skin of her upper arm.
So, I kicked the kid in the mouth and yelled, "Ha HA child with very dumb name... now that I have knocked all your vicious teeth out you can never harm the innocent again!"
To say Eva was upset would be an understatement. She simply could not fathom someone hurting her. A friend no less. A buddy with whom only moments earlier was a great fun... why, Mama? Why he bite me? Why he hurt me? He my friend? He not like me?
This is the first time my daughter has had to deal with this issue... being hurt for no reason.
I know that this little boy isn't some devil child. Some kids bite. I know. He has a poor verbal foundation and instead of using his words he acted out and hey... it happens all the time. But, it took a teeny piece of my daughter's innocence.
And it is just the beginning. She will be hurt. She will have her heart broken and her back stabbed... because we all do.
But I had hoped to put it off just a little bit longer.