...and I shall name you Chewy

I’m in denial about the fact that my Gioia has moved from being the victim to the biter.  While I was high lighting my all too natural dark roots my kid-link was chewing her way through her friends quota.  Bean’s amazing teacher broke the news to me gently and swiftly, but no matter which way you tell it the monkey bit three friends today, one in the face.  What’s the protocol for this, do I call each mom up and apologise profusely for the nasty incident...this week...and if it happens again next week will they even take my call? I left the school with a oh so heavy heart and told Gioia firmly that when we got home I will be giving her a hiding and I will be taking away all 3 her princess dresses and all 6 pairs of  her high heel shoes.  The books say that when you discipline not to do it in anger, this is rare as most times discipline is in response to a incident and is done out of anger, but this time I had the drive home to calm down.  I sent Gioia to her room while I went to my shoe cupboard to select my weapon of choice, as I try to remind myself that hands are for loving.  Deciding on a shoe was easy, I decided to avoid the reliable green cross sole as the point is not to maim or disfigure, instead I went for the spongy magenta garden flip flop, discipline with style?  Three light swots on her cheeky bum and a 3 minute time out in the corner and it was all over.  I made her repeat the following mantra, teeth for food not for friends...teeth for food not for friends.