brutal honesty

Crying from the living room. Both children are in there. I ask, "What's wrong?" Dillo answers, "I hit Casper!"

He hasn't yet figured out that he's supposed to hide it when he does something he knows is wrong. He'd whacked her on the head with a frisbee, for no reason. We're having a lot of hitting; I get hit (closed fist even) when I make him stop nursing and he doesn't want to yet. This earns him his Daddy instead of me.