So far, it hasn't been going well. She beats on the poor cat. She face-palms unsuspecting babies and knocks them to the floor. Today at playgroup, she put the smack down on a little boy totally out of the blue. She squealed with delight as she shoved him down. It's all in the name of fun and I don't think she's ever lashed out in anger. But fact remains: Baby J is a bruiser.
I'm not sure how to encourage "nice touch" other than to take her hand and gently pet the cat or nicely pat the baby. I guess she'll get it sooner or later, but, between now and then, I predict a wake of baby destruction.
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