Shark Bites

It is regrettable that bloodletting is out of fashion since Kincaid has become our resident shark with the tenacity of a leech, while his unwitting sister finds herself the bitten bait. Since Bringing Up Boys failed to address the wiles of a willful gnawer whose incorrigible character seems impervious to spankings, I find myself woefully without recourse.


Recently, however, we have been experimenting with a discipline cocktail- equal parts Corporal Punishment to equal parts Affirmative Discipline (not to be confused with the baneful affirmative action). Here's how it goes: In the rare moment that Kincaid is not hitting, biting, scratching or screaming toddler obscenities, we affirm him with praise for his non-violent behavior and affirm positive promises for him: "Kincaid Wallace, God has good plans for your life. We have no idea what they are (especially considering the challenges you pose for us) but we are confident that the Lord is going to use your strong spirit for His glory!" Here's hoping anyhow! Stir and Repeat.


In the meantime, we celebrate every lucky moment of reprieve, when peace reigns and Caid sings hymnal melodies in his deceptively little, lilting voice. One such occasion of sibling harmony came to pass upon the sainted Patrick's holiday amid shamrock pancakes and Leprechaun parades. You might even say that the road rose up to meet us and God held our tiny shark in His protective hand.

Shoddy Shamrock Pancake

Shark Bite Scar