Lily-pire

My daughter bit me this morning. SO hard. So so so hard. And I screamed. Shrieked? It was like screaming and shrieking at the same time- I wasn't sure she was going to let go. I can't explain the pain. I've been bitten by a swan.. and a horse. A HORSE! And when my child bit me today, it was worse.

She wanted to play a video game. (Don't even get me going on the subject of my 3-year old playing video games. I knew it was coming, I just didn't know it would be so soon.) At the other end of the house from where I would be. I didn't tell her no, I said "not right now, okay?" Which was totally unacceptable. She screamed. She thrashed. She pleeeeeeaded. I told her if she didn't stop she wasn't going to be playing them at all. Which, I'm sure you can imagine, went over really well.

She wouldn't leave the room with me. Not on her own, not being carried. So so much screaming at me. I finally got her into the livingroom with me. For about 3 seconds. Then she ran back down the hall towards the video games. And I went after her. More yelling and general naughtiness. And I had it.

I picked her up, took her back to the livingroom, and sat down on the couch with her on my lap. Where she yelled about the game and tried to get away. I started to tell her again that she could play later, when..

She quickly moved her face towards my arm, and sunk her preschooler teeth, deep, deep into my arm. In the past, I've seen her attempt to bite me coming and diverted her face before it happened- this time, she got me. I felt the bite and screamed. She bit down harder and I shrieked so loud I'm sure the neighbors could hear. I quickly got my other hand under her chin and pushed her cheeks in with my fingers until she let go. I rolled her off my lap onto the floor as I got up and ran for an ice pack.

I didn't even look at my arm before I iced it. I couldn't.

But when I did.. 8 perfect, deep, tooth marks. And blood. My little vampire had broken through the skin.

It took a couple minutes to get a picture with my phone (of course I took a picture)- it really didn't want to focus on it. Can't blame it really. Then I sent the picture to Jason (obviously).

He texted back, "what the f--k is that." Oh, nothing.. just your daughter trying to take a bite out of her mother that won't let her play a video game "right now."