Seems we have a bit of a hitting problem in the house.
It didn't start at my house. It actually started next door where there are three brothers and one sister. Older sister beats up younger brother who in turn terrorizes his younger brother. Second younger brother has no one to bash because next brother is a baby. So he comes to my house to see who can be his victim. Two of the brothers over here can run faster than the neighbor terror. So that only leaves Henry.
Oh Henry. Henry who runs using his entire body. Henry who runs on tip-toes when he tries to go really fast. Henry who neighbor boy can catch.
Not only does neighbor monster use Henry as a punching bag, Henry has also become "sand and dirt in the face catcher" as well as "scream in your face as loud as I can recipient." Good natured Henry takes it all because he like to play with "freunds."
But when Henry and the brothers start arguing over here, Henry begins to throw and hit. Throw and hit and scream. Throw and hit and scream and kick. Hmmm.
I am so tired of hearing, "Mama, Henry hit me." that I no longer even get up to take care of the problem. I usually mumble something about taking care of it and go back to sorting cloth diapers. When Henry and I are "nuggling," I remind him that we don't use our hands to hit. Then we talk about what we can use our hands for. But he still hits and every time the neighbor boy is out, it gets worse. It's as if all the hard work has been erased. I can't keep him inside all the time.