I was changing my shirt when Traci saw my bare chest and said, "Uggh, what is that?"
[I considered ending the post here, and leaving that as your last mental image.]
"What?"
"That giant bruise."
"That's from your little vampire baby."
It is a regular occurrence that, when I sit on the floor, Curtis will crawl over to me immediately, grabs me and bites me. On this particular occasion, he bit me so hard that I had to grab his cheeks and pry his jaws open to get him to release.
"Curtis!" I shouted. "No! No! No!"
He looked at me, tears bubbled up in his eyes and then started streaming down his cheeks.
"Oh, it's okay, buddy. Don't be sad."
And I thought I was the victim here.
2 comments:
I seem to be the only one who Carter likes to bite. Is it because I scream "NOOOOOOO" and quickly set him on the floor? How funny is pain to these babies? Only once did I scare him and make him cry when I screamed - mostly he just laughs. The deviant! Oh - and he is getting in his vampire teeth. The last four teeth - finally.
Curtis only bites me. Traci likely doesn't have enough meat on her bones.
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