Tornado S has learned to bite. Which I can’t blame him, really. Tornado E’s favorite game is “How can I annoy my baby brother the greatest.” So in a lot of ways, Tornado E had it coming.
But rather than let Tornado S get carried away in a Chicago musical number, I some how have to discipline this grievous assault. The kid leaves bite marks. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks the skin.
The first time Tornado S did it, my dad was babysitting, and he was at his wit’s end on what to do. If it had been his kid, it would have been a couple of spankings or a bite back, which worked so well on my middle brother when he went through this phase on me. (Unlike Tornado E, I was a perfect child.) But my dad knew how I feel about physical punishment, so he placed Tornado S into time out and cuddled Tornado E.
It happened on my watch last night. Even though I threw Tornado S into time out for three and a half minutes, I don’t think it really had an effect, since Tornado S started laughing and talking to himself during the middle of it. Nothing like a punishment that works.
And I wasn’t stupid enough to think this just happened out of the blue because Tornado S was so hungry from missing dinner, he mistook his brother for a hamburger. As I comforted Tornado E, I interrogated him on what happened right before the teething incident. Tornado E was using Tornado S as a punching bag. Nice. Now I have to be in the same room with them at all times like a warden. Where’s my shot gun?
So what’s a poor, enlightened mother suppose to do?
I’ve seen the whole biting the kid thing work, but I feel it’s a bit barbaric and contradictory. Nothing like hitting to let some one know hitting is wrong. I’m not sure that the time out thing is working, since it seems the place for Tornado S to work on his inner comedic monologue.
So any advice out there?