We've had a first tooth, first step, first Christmas, first Birthday, and first word.
Today we had our first banishment from a neighbors house.
Due to the fact he decided to practice some judo moves on an 8 year old girl who was visiting with our neighbors down the street, Trot was sent home with the phrase "Not welcome until he can play without resorting to violence".
He had to stay inside the rest of the day, read the riot act 4 times by his mother, and made to walk back down the street to apologize to the little girl, our neighbor, the neighbor kids Mom, and the U.N. General Assembly.
After I got home I sat down and calmly explained to him that we can't hit or kick or in general maim ANYONE, ESPECIALLY little girls. And if he wanted to get invited to play at his friends house he had to understand that most people really don't like getting hematomas in the course of playing in the backyard.
To his credit he was contrite, humbled, and really, REALLY sorry for doing it.
But I gotta say, girl or not, it's not everyday a 4 year old can make an 8 year old cry uncle.
Don't know whether to ground him for a week or buy him a pony.
Being a Dad can be a riddle wrapped around an enigma sometimes.
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