I think my toddler has slowly evolved into a piranha. My husband likes to play bite/play nibble on the kids' chunky legs or their toes. But my little guy doesn't realize that there is a soft bite and a hard bite when he goes to attack your body. I was spending some time at my friend Becca's house and CHOMP! Like a starving piranha trying to rip the delicious flesh off of my foot, he bit two of my toes until they almost fell off. The bite marks were so deep that I felt like if I bent them back and forth like a tab on a soda can, they would just snap clean off.
He's a toe-biting sniper too, if I've ever seen one. I'll be nursing the baby when he comes up to me and sweetly says, "Sock!" and proceeds to remove it from my foot. Then I realize what he's after and I flail my leg all over the place, trying to avoid the toddler teeth of death. Naturally, he thinks this is a hilarious game I'm playing, all while having a child attached to my nipple. The situation, although funny to the flies on the wall, is not optimal for me. Finally, I "put my foot down" (no pun intended) and say, "Hey! No biting my foot." Looking rather put out, he whines to me, "Pleeeeeeasssseeee, biiiiiiiite?". I burst into laughter thinking about this sweet boy and how polite he is. He's so polite that he is nicely asking if he can chomp my toes off. Sorry buddy, but the answer is still a big fat no. Love ya.
Sincerely,
Me.
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