Monday, September 18, 2006

Tit for Tat

Little teeth, little mouth, little bite - caterwauling ensues. The biter is back in town. I'm not sure why the boy has taken up biting this week. But he's bitten the yellow-haired child twice. He's bitten Annie once. He tried biting me today, while laughing. I told him in no uncertain terms that I would bite him back, slowly removing his too-near mouth away from my left nipple.

3 comments:

zach lyons said...

if you bite him back, he will learn the forces of biting harder

truevyne said...

I remember my oldest son biting a dear friend's baby when he was 18 months. I literally worried, wrung my hands, bit my nails that he'd grow up into a psycho killer. Now, at twelve, I would rate him as rather Gandhish...
No worries about your son biting. They just won't let him into any daycare for miles around if word gets out.

Scott said...

Possible, Zach, possible.

True, fortunately the daycare problem is not one I need to worry about.