Finding his son being held by a worker as the vicious little fucker yells at another little boy wailing for all his lungs are worth, does not surprise him.

"What happened?"

The general rundown he receives is that another child stole his son's toast, subsequently, Phil sank his teeth into the boy's arm and refused to let go until he was pried free.

Russell has to wonder where on earth the child picked up such an attitude, because it wasn't from him. Russell had restraint, despite the rumours.

"He fucking stealed my toast."

Phil is indignant, red in the face as he yells and throws his little hands around in despair.

The boy calms noticeably when Russell reaches out to run a hand through his hair.

"No, buddy. He didn't stealed your toast. He fucking stole it, stealed isn't a word."

The kid is quick on the uptake, nodding before he points at the opposing child and yells,

"My toast, he fucking stole my toast."

Russell nods, taking his son from the woman's arms and bouncing the toddler on his hip. Despite his anger and outrage, Phil nuzzles into his shoulder, sniffing at his shirt and curling tiny fingers in the soft fabric.

"Better. Now, you remember what I told you? No biting. Negotiate first, you ask for your toast back and then you can escalate."

The look on the daycare worker's face is reluctantly amused as her gaze drifts between Russell and Phillip, he chooses not to think too hard about it.

"Okay, daddy. Do I gotta say sorry?"

The boy on the floor is still crying, albeit quietly and Russell can make out the imprint of teeth on his arm, the skin inflamed.

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