So my mom and I were just talking about when I was a little girl---around 4 years old. At the time my little sister was about 1 year old, and in a "pinching and biting phase," and I was usually the chosen victim of her abuse! My mom tried everything, mini-time-outs and even gently slapping Katie's hand. Eventually, my mom said that the next time Katie attacked, I would have to pinch her or bite her back. "But it will hurt her!" I wailed, not wanting to frighten my baby sister. Mom said, "She's hurting you, Sweets, and it's not okay."
Not long after, our peaceful home erupted with ear-shattering screams from baby Kate. I ran frantically into the room where my mother was. "I pinched Katie!" I sobbed, with tears streaming down my face. Trying not to laugh, my mom consoled me, saying "It's okay. That's what you had to do". My little sister has not bitten or pinched me since---YAY!
