Brat? No. Hooligan? Maybe.

Does he look like a hooligan?

The Boy was playing with all the other babies when I picked him up from daycare today. He spotted me, I waved. He giggled and waved back. I noticed a red mark on his forehead and figured there'd be an incident report waiting for me to sign in his cubby. The daycare actually calls them accident reports, but I always hear it as "incident," like the police reports I sometimes have to review in my reporting job. The idea of my kiddo as a tiny criminal, complete with mugshot, makes me chuckle, especially because these reports usually read something like, "Reached for toy, slipped and bumped head," or "Tripped and fell onto bookcase." 

This one said: "Altercation with another baby. Was scratched on head." It really was an incident report.

I spoke with Ms. A, an eyewitness to said altercation, and apparently no one is really sure which baby started it. She was getting another baby settled in the room when the second lady on duty, who was busy with a diaper change, shouted, "Oh! they're fighting." Ms. A broke it up. 

"They just looked like they were wrestling. Just little wrestlers," Ms. A told me. "You know he's at the age where they're so curious ... they were wrestling."

Think spending a week roughhousing with his two cousins, my sister's 3-year-old and 21-month-old boys, might have anything to do with this? I'm putting this in the baby book: First altercation, Jan. 6, 2009.

Between this and the accidental headbutt that might or might not have broken my nose last week, I might have to research wrestling coaches.