...either that or kill them
My son, Reed, is a bit under 3yo now. He's entering that really fun biting stage.
Last night as I arrived at daycare, I entered the playroom and his face lit up. Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!!! he shouts as he runs over to me and wraps his little arms around my thighs in a big hug.
And then, for some unknown reason, he decides to bite my pants...
And through them, a little bit of my right nut at the same time!!!
And then as dad stands their in pain, trying not to shout and set all the wee kiddies a screaming, he looks up at me with his oceans deep, aquamarine blue eyes, and says "...I love you daddy!..." And then he runs off to play with his friends again. Owwwwweeee
Now I know why lions eat their young.
