Little Blue, First Blood: Part I

Yup, LB's been watching a bit too much of Rambo.

Seriously though, Little Blue was involved in a little fuss at daycare. Our daycare provider had a family event they needed to attend, so the daughter of the daycare provider was on hand to cover while she was out. Daughter has a son about the age of 5 or 6, and in toddler terms, but since he was a visitor, and LB is used to being the Alpha Male at daycare...I have a feeling there was some toddler testosterone flowing around.

Apparently, how it went down based on who tells the story and how it happened the basics where this:

1. Boys play. Boys can play kinda rough.
2. Both boys are used to being lord of the male toddler domain. Thus, when the territory is shared, a potential conflict may arise.
3. Play escalated, and toys began to fly.
4. LB's knack for hitting a baseball off the tee AND his dead aim in about 1 of 5 tosses was enough to seal the deal.
5. Some toy that LB threw landed right on the 5 year olds nose and the crimson began to flow.

Now, as in the news reports, the details vary, but anything from "it was a pretty bad bleed" to "wasn't more than a trickle" to "Mom probably over reacted" to "It's just wasn't LBs day to be a good boy" all come up.

In the end, as I usually am with all things, I don't care who started it, nor who was involved. All I really cared about was LB throwing toys AND throwing toys at other people. The next day when I dropped him off to daycare...

"LB, c'mere buddy, give me a hug and a kiss, we need to have a talk before I go play with books at the library."

*LB walks over, knowing he's probably going to get into a stern talking too, but knows with words like 'hug' and 'kiss,' it can't all be that bad*

*Picks up LB and prop him in my right arm* "Are you going to be a good boy today?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Going to eat your lunch good?" (LB would rather play than eat)

"Yes Daddy."

"Do we throw toys when we play?"

*LB looks down* "No Daddy."

"That's a good boy! What happens if you throw toys?"

"I don't know..."

"When we throw toys, can we hurt people?"

"Uh huh."

"Good man. If you throw toys, Daycare Provider is going to call Daddy at work. When she tells me that you've been throwing toys, I'm going to come here and give you a spanking, right?"

"No spankings Daddy!" *firm believer in the "less is more approach here"*

"I don't want to give you spankings either. You be a good boy and we'll go home and play after work, kay?"

"Okay!"

"Now, can you kiss my cheek?"

*LB kisses my right cheek*

"How about my left one."

*LB kiss*

"My right one?"

*kiss*

"My left one."

"No Daddy, no more kisses for you."

I chuckle. "All right, go be a good boy!" *sets LB down and he cruises in for some Dragon Tales*

Hard to believe I can have a conversation like that with the Little Man when he's just at the 2.5 year mark, ya know?