Friday, June 18, 2010

Lord of the Flies Soother

It's a rough world out there.

One minute your climbing, playing and laughing. Troubles are a mile away. You're well fed, well rested and the world is your oyster. You're lounging in one of your two favourite places, somewhere where the sun always shines, the people love you and your biggest concern is how much fun can you legitimately get away with.

The next moment everything crumbles. Your world is blurry through streaming tears. Nihilism looks pretty good as your whole belief system has crashed to the ground around you. Through the rubble, dust and wreckage you feel betrayed, confused, overwhelmed. A searing pain is shooting down your spine and one of your best friends is now the enemy. Is this life? How did it happen? Is this all there is?

Now I don't have any insight into the philosophical existence of toddlers. Maybe it's pretty existential, but I can only imagine the horror when you're happily playing only to have been the victim of some mini-Twilight attack. So on Wednesday, my phone rang at the office - there had been an incident at Daycare. A report was being filled out. I needed to sign.

What the hell happened?

Turns out one of the wee man's little friends bit him on the back of the neck. Maybe not the end of the world, but it certainly seemed like it at the time.

Well, he's recovered. He was actually more excited to go back the next day. Mom and Dad not so much.

Mommy's new dilemma: Is it better to have been bitten or to be the bitter?

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Anonymous said...

Oh, the bitten.. Because otherwise you are known as The Biter. And everyone always knows who they are.

But the trick is to be the bitten... but to then walk away. That's the toddler trick.

Unknown said...

It's stuff like this that make me want to boycott those Twilight movies! :)

Diana Mancuso said...

Poor guy! That's always a little scary when it happens.

I left you an award on my blog, by the way.

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