Freud is in the house.

This week Dutch bit me. She's never done that before. She's never been a hitter/kicker/biter, but lately, in her insane fits of rage, she's been attempting violence. I say "attempting" because it's really not fully-realized violence. When she gets pissed off, she makes this horrible scrunched-up face and says "I'm going to HIT YOU!!!" and even sometimes kind of cocks her arm back, as if for a terrible killing blow. But you can almost hear the conflict in her brain:

Id: MAD!!!! SOOOOOOOO MAAAAAAAAD!!!!!! HATE MAMA!!!!!! HATE HER!!!!!
Super-Ego: It is Taboo. You cannot hit your mother, who is the Source of All. The fabric of the universe will be rent asunder, and we will fall into the abyss.
Ego: Also, you'll get a time-out.
Id: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! SHE STOPS ME FROM DOING WHAT I WANT!!!! MUST HIT HER!!!!!!!!
Super-Ego: Don't do it. Taboo.
Ego: Let's work out a compromise. Why don't you weakly slap your hand against her arm with approximately enough force to make a butterfly slightly dizzy? Oh, perfect. Darn it, you still got a time-out.

Cook and I both have a hard time not giggling when she does this. However, she did actually bite me fairly hard. Not enough to make a mark, but it shocked me, particularly since she'd been perfectly happy about twelve seconds before, AND she didn't threaten before striking. An alarming precedent! Id is taking control!