Articulation

Pompey was ironing this morning (martha does not iron), when a skirmish shall we call it, broke out between the two littles in our bedroom.
Aren't you going to deal with that? He asks...
I say no, in my wise motherly voice, "I think it is good, at times, to let them work these things out. Children need to learn to settle their differences without the mother meddling in the middle of it every time. They are young and close in age and well, sometimes they battle a bit but this is normal child developm...
Enter blood curdling scream by Pitufo
At which point I stop my rhetoric to say that this is the point at which I deal with such matters.
Poor Pitufo is trying desperately to explain to me what has happened all the while clutching his upper arm. He has a HUMONGOUS vocabulary but lacks articulation.
I don't understand.
He is frustrated.
He hit you?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He bit you???
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He hurt you???????
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He what????
Let me look at it.
Pull up sleeve to find Tiny mouth shaped black and blue almost bleeding mark on Pitufo's upper arm.
I realize what he has been saying.
Not he bit me. Much much worse and severe.
And accurate I might add.
He ATE me!!!
Yes, Mama. And it hurt.
I bet it did.