He kept winding up his little body and swinging his sword as hard as he could, whacking me with all his might. After a few good hits I told him he needed to stop hitting me so hard. Of course trying to reason with a 2 year old got me absolutely nowhere. He wound up one last time, whacked me straight in the knuckle and then laughed like a madman.

That was enough for me. I took our swords and placed them really high up on his dresser to try and teach him a lesson. Of course, he started to throw a huge, screaming tantrum. I picked him up to calm him down and before I knew what was happening he started biting into my shoulder. This was a bite like no other.

I tried shaking him free but he just bit even harder! I let out a scream and then instantly spanked his butt. It was a hard spank, which I’ll admit probably wasn’t the wisest move, but at the time, it was the only move I felt would free myself from his bite of death.

At this point he was screaming even louder. I set him down and shut myself in the bathroom to try and calm down and tend to my wound. The little monster had left a wound the size of a quarter, well maybe a nickel, but it was raised, bleeding and starting to bruise already!

Suddenly, he came running at the door screaming and hitting, trying to get in. I thought to myself “Oh my gosh. I think he’s trying to kill me.” I waited a few minutes until he stopped crying. When I opened the door, he was standing there with this serious look on his face and his pants down. Obviously he must have tried to tend to his wound as well. I pointed at the sore on my shoulder and said quite sternly “No, No!”

He then pointed at his butt and said even more sternly “No, No!”