You Nasty Little Turd!

I am messing with the fish tank, cleaning up a bit, that kind of thing, when I hear a blood-curdling scream come from my precious child, my little girl, my heart. I turn to see my wee little bit of heaven clutching her cheek with both hands, "OWIE, OWIE!" and rush over, dropping the tank cleaner in the tank. I carefully pry her hands away from her perfect little face and what do I see? A Freakin, God Damned BITE mark!!!! I look over, and Tanner, that sneaky, sly little bastard* is sitting on the coffee table looking confused.
I am, at this moment, the picture of control ( right..). Raegan cradled in one arm, screaming, her face puffing up already.. I crouch down, look him in the eye.. my face turns purple... " TANNER!!!! NO BITING! BITING IS BAD! NO NO!" grab his arm, lead ( drag, a little) him to the end of the hall.. say, once again, with the utmost control " SIT. STAY." and took my sweet angel into the other room to cuddle. She would NOT let me put her down. She just cried, wanted her 'Boo-ee" ( blanket) and snuggled as close as she could get to my body, face in blanket, wailing. Oh. My. God. I have the spawn of Satan* sitting at the end of my hall. Granted, he is now somewhat scared himself, what with all the yelling and abrupt sit in a darkened hall and all. But Satan just the same.
A full 10 minutes pass. Raegan has calmed herself. We trek back to the end of the hall and sit down with Tanner.
"Tanner, the reason you got in trouble is because you BIT Raegan. Biting is NOT good. Biting HURTS. NO MORE BITING. Do you understand?"
" Yes."
"Please say you are sorry to Raegan. Are you sorry for biting Raegan?"
"Yes."
"OK, you can get up now."
For the next 10 minutes, Rae stayed glued to my side. Then... dinner was ready... Tanner had the green ball.... and the next thing I know she is gigging chasing him around the dining table trying to appropriate it. No lasting harm.
Apparently biting is a normal thing in kids. Some hit, some spit, some bite. Unfortunately for me, Tanner bites. Maybe NOT the spawn of Satan... but for a minute there... close.

Yes, just a nasty bruise. No broken skin. It is more purple today. My sweet child has a purple Tanner-mouth shaped bite on her face. I will forgive him someday. Till then.... well till then nothing. I know kids bite. But I never knew how hard it would be to see my baby in pain. I never knew how hard it would be to not completely squash the thing that caused her pain. Had it been one of the dogs, we would be one dog short today. As it is, it was not a dog, but a deceptively sweet little boy named Tanner. Can't really squash him, now can I? After all, he is someone else's angel.

*disclaimer disclaimer disclaimer....... I don't SERIOUSLY think so negatively of Tanner. This was my knee-jerk reaction to the event. Of course I don't really think he is the bastard spawn of Satan. When faced with a situation where you have the mose prescious being in your life in pain... well I'm surprised I didn't yell more. I know he is just being a normal kid. But I am allowed to vent about the whole situation.