My dad dubbed my little sister, "MotorMouth," because she talked all the time, (or at the very least, more often than her shy, quiet older sister.) She used her mouth for more than just talking, though. During her toddler years, she had a wee bit of a problem with biting.
|My sister's toddler bite was probably only slightly more terrifying than Drexel's.|
Probably after hearing me complain one-too-many times about being on the receiving end of my sister's choppers, my dad taught me the Old Testament version of the Golden Rule. He told me that the next time my sister bit me, I should bite her back. I could not believe what I was hearing!
Armed with that edict, I anticipated my sister's next attack with calm assurance. I knew exactly how to handle the situation, and handle it I did. We were playing in our bedroom when her teeth made contact with my arm, and I quickly retaliated. She ran, surprised and hurt, to our parents. I dove under the bed, not sure that Mom and Dad would remember that I actually had permission to bite. I stayed there until dinnertime, probably 15-20 minutes, but it felt like forever.
I never did get in trouble for biting my baby sister, and she never bit me again.
How did you learn to get along with your siblings?
Thanks for my smart, quick-learning, and forgiving sister. (Don't worry, brother, your turn is coming! I'm thankful for you, too.)
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