As I was skype messaging my Mom [why weren't we just talking? weird],
I told her that Noah wants to bite and hit his only little best friend he has.
These are Mom's next fix it sentences:
"Pretty soon you will be able to do a time out or take something away...
Then he will grow up to be a teenager and slam his door and say he hates you."
[this was totally me, by the way]
"Then he will turn 20 or 21 and he will love you again.
Or maybe sooner, but he won't admit it."
It made me laugh instead of cry. Oh how horrid I was when I was little. And oh how things come back around.
I've tried the soap method... putting a tiny bit of soap on his tongue if he bites, then he would immediately hate it and therefore quit biting.
That may be most kids, but Noah did the signal for "more". He wanted me to put more soap in his mouth.