Last week I left Bug and Tatoe sitting happily on the floor in my bedroom. I walked into the bathroom - all of ten feet away - to brush my teeth. Before I even started, Tatoe was shrieking in pain because Bug, annoyed at something, whacked his giant head into Tatoe. Tatoe was bleeding and crying, and Bug was saying "But he _______ me!" (Or my favorite: "But I WANTED it!")
So let's face facts: no amount of positive cheerful redirecting focused parenting is going to prevent children from doing stupid shit and getting
Preschool cannot start SOON ENOUGH.
(Preschool starts in a week and a half.)