Mom! she yells at me. He is pinching/ licking/ biting me!
I stop walking and bend over the stroller to look inside.
No pinching/ licking/ biting your sister I say to the boy.
He looks innocently up at me. His eyes seem to ask me how I could even think such a thing of him. Then he starts to pinch/ lick/ bite his own arm.
Yes I say. You can pinch/ lick/ bite your own arm, as if agreeing with him that that's what he had been doing all along. But please don't pinch/ lick/ bite your sister.
I start to push the stroller and we keep walking.