Nibble me this...

Anni had this to say when she came home from work recently:
"Our child tried to bite another child again today."
Swell. Where to begin? The fact that she tried to bite another kid, or that she tried again?
I know, I know. It's not unheard of for young kids to bite or pinch one another. But what do you do when you have to use two hands to count the number of times it's occurred?
You turn to humor, I guess.
"If Elise were a Batman villain, she'd be The Nibbler," Anni said.
Wisecracks aside, we're trying hard to nip this biting habit. Again, I know, I know. Many kids do it and just because she did it a few times at 11 months doesn't mean she's going to chomp on her fleshy-armed fellow kindergartners. But still.
It reminds me of one of my greatest fears. (I have two; the other is an ice cream famine.) I fear that, despite our best efforts, we will raise a child who turns out to be that kid, the one who bites for no reason or commits other random bratty acts.
Am I getting a little ahead of myself, a bit carried away? Sure, but you would too if you saw Elise, agape with tiny chompers visible, lunging toward your neck.