Big T

To make a long story mostly short, Tyler has some bumps on his skin. They are pretty nasty. Jeff calls them 'diseased.' They do not bother him, are common in kids and take a long time to go away but are not normally treated. Tyler's 'bump-is', as he calls them, or 'barnacles' as I call them, have been there for over a year and were getting worse. So we had to have them treated. He hates the doctor. He refuses to comply with anything. The medicine doesn't hurt, but he kicks and screams and calls the doctor an 'idiot' over and over. It's pretty much my crowning moment as a mother. Or not. We have been in three times, and for the last two the doctor has brought in reinforcements. I am thinking a straight jacket might be nice. This time, in the midst of pinning him down, he bit down on the back of my arm really, really, really hard. So hard, in fact, that four days later each individual tooth mark is still visible, and the whole thing is surrounded by a big bruise. The day after, I showed him the bruise and told him how much it hurt. He tipped his little head to look at the bruise and said 'It's a beautiful color, Mom.' 

P.S. At the end of our last appointment, the doctor asked if Tyler was like this all the time. I said if you mean does he kick and scream and yell all the time, then no, I would be in the nut house by now. He is a strong willed kid with a temper and I can't exactly say I know what to do with him some days, but he is not completely crazy. I think she was worried he might need some baby Prozac or something.