Nasty Pavpav snapped without warning, teeth flashing as he bit Chichi for no reason at all. Chichi cried out in pain and shock, clutching her arm, eyes wide and trembling. The room froze. What had started as quiet play turned into fear in a heartbeat.
Mom reacted immediately.
She stepped between them, lifting Chichi gently and checking the bite, her face calm but serious. Then she turned to Pavpav. Her voice was strong, steady, and clear—no yelling, no chaos, just authority wrapped in care. She knelt to his level and held his gaze, making sure he listened.
“Biting is not allowed,” her tone said before the words did.
Pavpav bristled at first, crossing his arms, jaw tight, eyes burning with defiance. He wanted attention. He wanted control. But mom did not back down. She explained slowly and firmly that biting hurts, that it scares others, and that hurting someone without reason is never okay. She showed him Chichi’s tears, not to shame him, but to teach him empathy.
Chichi sniffled quietly in mom’s arms, pain easing as comfort returned. Pavpav’s posture softened. The fire in his eyes dimmed, replaced by confusion, then guilt. He shifted his weight, tail low, realizing the damage his impulse had caused.
Mom guided Pavpav’s hands, teaching him safer ways to express anger—using words, stepping away, asking for help. She asked him to look at Chichi and acknowledge what he’d done. Pavpav hesitated, then nodded, voice small as he apologized. Chichi watched carefully, then leaned closer, brave despite the sting.
Mom praised the apology but reminded Pavpav the rule again. Love did not erase boundaries. Boundaries protected love.
The room relaxed. Pavpav sat quietly beside mom, absorbing the lesson. Chichi returned to play, cautious but reassured. The moment passed, not ignored, not exploded—handled.
That day, Pavpav learned something hard and important: strength is not in teeth or fear. It’s in control, understanding, and choosing kindness even when emotions surge. Mom’s strong advice didn’t break him. It guided him—away from harm and toward growing up with care, responsibility, and a gentler heart.
