By a mosquito?

I arrived to pick my happy little camper up from daycare today (she bounced across the room on her knees to meet me) and was greeted with the information that "She was bitten today". Conveniently forgetting that the downside of all this "socialisation" is the cessation of Alice's cosy, protected, only child environment, I queried as to what kind of insect it had been.

After I was presented with an incident form to sign which had diagrams of the scene of the crime (almost to the point of a white chalk drawing in the shape of Alice), marking where other children had been, how far away the carers were (not very) and how the rumpus had started, "Alice and peer were arguing over a toy....", I felt a bit bad for Alice although curious to see this other side of her character. We said only yesterday that we would need to teach her to share and to have a little patience, but it seems as though she is being taught these lessons outside the home in a somewhat Darwinian fashion. I hope she doesn't learn to bite back, although with such a mouthful of teeth, the recipient will certainly know about it.