Yesterday, Ollie was in rare rare rare form. Although lately he’s been acting out more and more (hitting people, pushing, scraping other babies’ eyeballs with his fingernails, etc. etc.), I haven’t been too concerned because he’s 19 months and at that age, he’s still too little to understand his actions.
But during a trip to the park yesterday I began to get sincerely worried that his aggressive behavior wasn’t normal. As in PSYCHO. Literally, at a park of 60 kids he zeroed in on the same one and attacked her twice. And when I say “attacked” — I’m not kidding. He got all Hannibal Lecter and mauled the girl’s cute little face with his hands and teeth. After the poor baby’s mother took her away, Ollie found other victims and did the same thing to probably eight children. Ollie doesn’t discriminate: all ages, all races, all genders. Their only common thread is that their mothers want to drop kick him.
Finally, things culminated with him lunging toward another kid on the jungle gym and tackling her down an entire flight of stairs. They were rolling down the steps like you see fight scenes in the movies — although in this scenario the other kid was screaming and Ollie was laughing. When they landed, Ollie tried to bite off her nose. That was the end of our visit to the park. I grabbed my son and left before the police could haul us both away.
On the drive home I was truly worried — almost near tears. At home I even looked up “early signs of sociopath” on the Google, but then began thinking that I was actually the undiagnosed sociopath because as a child I displayed all three of the “Macdonald Triad” behaviors: wetting the bed, cruelty to animals, and obsession with fire. Could I be the insane one?
Putting my own issues aside, I decided to take Ollie to our local nature center just to see how he treated the animals. He loves his grandparents’ dogs, but I knew if I found him trying to squash some hamster with his sneaker, maybe I should worry. But, WHEW. Nothing. He was so loving and sweet with the animals that my fears were allayed. The guinea pig is still alive and kicking.
Now if he could only be so nice to other kids…