The attacker's teeth missed her eye by less than a centimeter. On her cheekbone, a magenta temporary tattoo-like imprint of each tooth. The assailant had to be pulled off her face. Miraculously, the skin was not broken. No, it was not a pit bull or a doberman that pounced on my little girl. It was a two and a half year old boy - the biter of her class. And I have had enough.
Princess's teacher called me on Friday morning to tell me what happened. She assured me that Princess was fine, and I have the luxury to verify that by the class webcam. Miss P told me Princess did not provoke the attack at all. She was simply sitting at her table coloring her picture when the biter gestured as if he was going to hug her. He leaned in and bit her face. My heart raced, but again Miss P said Princess was fine, but there would be a bruise. In my mind I pictured a typical blue bruise, maybe the size of a quarter. That is why I was completely unprepared for the reality of the redish/purple explosion on her cheekbone. It left me speechless. I fought back tears. Princess, though, was her happy self so I did my best not to let my astonishment show. I was sad, and then I was pissed.
The Biter has attacked my daughter (and other children) before, but never like this one. This one was bad. Both my husband and I spoke to the director. We think this child who has pattern of biting should be asked to leave the school. If he doesn't, we will. It is difficult enough sending my daughter to daycare, much less worry about the Hannibal Lecter who lingers nearby as she eats her turkey sandwich.
And now my educator voice whispers in my ear....what kind of house must the Biter live in so that he feels the only way he can express his emotions and/or get attention is to chomp his teeth into some other kid's arm, back or face? I do feel for the Biter.
But my mom voice yells even louder, "But he needs to stay away from my little girl."
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