When G. gets tired he sometimes hits us. Or he head-butts us on purpose and says "Owweee!"
And we talk about how you never hit. Or scratch. Or head-butt. Or bite. Or push. And he agrees. But he is still fascinated with violence and talks about it a lot.
The other day:
"Mommy hit Gabriel, yeah?"
Kiff looks at me, warning me not to give him a good reaction. I keep zipping up his jacket, calmly, and say: "No, we don't hit. Ever."
Then, a few days later, getting him into his pajamas: "Daddy hit Mommy, yeah? And Mommy fall down on the floor!". His eyes are big and credible.
"No, honey. We never hit. Ever. We use gentle touch."
