In my preschool class we've been working with this kid, Eric, who punches. He punches his mom, he punches me, he punches other kids. Especially the kids he likes. Seems the better he likes you, the more he punches you. Standard admonitions haven't been working. When Eric punches me, I say, "Eric, I don't like it when you hit me. It hurts." Still. He punches. So yesterday as I'm serving snack I walk by Eric's chair and he punches me in the butt. I decide to try a different tack. "Eric," I say, "there are better ways to show your love." "This is not my love," he tells me. "This is my fist." Indeed.
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