A conversation I had with Banner on the way home from school last Friday:
Me: "How was school today?"
Banner: "No bite."
Me: "That's right, buddy. We don't bite."
Banner: "Daddy no bite. No-no."
Me: "Yes, I know. Daddy told Banner never to bite. Biting makes everyone sad."
Banner: "Nanna no bite."
Me: "That's right. Banner should never bite."
Banner: "Emma no bite. Tay-tay no bite. Coco bite."
Me: "Cohen bit you?"
Banner: "Ya! Coco bite."
Cut to Tuesday...
I'm relaying this story to Ebony during afternoon pick up, and she stops me and says:
Ebony: "Wait. What day was this?"
Me: "Friday. I thought it was hysterical, because Banner was so serious about it."
Ebony: "And he actually said 'Coco bite'?"
Me: "Yep. Threw poor Coco right under the bus."
Ebony: "See, the thing is...we didn't tell you about it because it really wasn't that big of a deal. But on Friday morning Banner walked up to Cohen and bit him out of nowhere right in front of his mom."
Me: "Oh, no!"
Ebony: "Yeah. It was weird because it wasn't provoked. It wasn't like Coco had taken Banner's toy or anything. But Cohen was fine, don't worry. You know...toddlers."
Me: "But that means that Banner lied to me."
Ebony: "Haha! Yep! He totally did! Cohen no bite! Banner BITE!"
Trevor has a different take on this whole story, though. He is choosing to believe that Banner was confessing to me on Friday afternoon instead of blaming Coco for the sins of Nanna. Of course, this is also the same kid that only says "I swazee" (I'm sorry) WHEN HE HURTS HIMSELF. Never others.
So...yeah. Uh-oh, Banner. Uh-oh!