My Little Gangsta.

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I was horrified. 

Last week, I picked up the Little Lion from daycare. The usual pleasantries were exchanged with his carers (who, by the way, are fabulous and I adore them) and the standard info such as how long he slept, what he ate, etc was given.

Then, the clinker. 

Carter was quite rough and aggressive today. We're not sure why he was like that, but he kept shoving the other kids into the wall until they cried and he wasn't listening to instructions. 


I stared at them and felt absolutely baffled. And horrified. And ashamed. Shoving until they cried?! For real? I looked at the Little Lion, who was wrapped around my leg and felt like I was looking at a different kid. The carers laughed when they saw how concerned I was, and waved away my apologies. He's just turned two. It's OK, he's just asserting his independence. 

The Little Lion has always been an incredibly laid back, gentle kid so this came completely out of the blue to me. Was I raising a little thug? Seriously? He smiled at me angelically and I raised an eyebrow. In my head I was blaming my husband already. I would never have done anything like that when I was a child*. Then I found out that he and four little other boys had banded together and run up and the down the corridor instead of lining up nicely. Oh Gawds. He was in a gang. A gang at 2 years old. He'll be pulling out the bandanas and doing some weird hand gestury thing at me that I won't understand and before I know it I'll have to tell him to keep pulling his pants up because they're too low. Action is called for. Time for a little talk, whether he can understand me or not.

So, is this normal? Help me people, I have no idea about this sort of stuff! I'm too new!


* I think. Actually, I have no idea. I know I was a square at school, so I'm assuming I was a good toddler. It's definitely the husband's fault.