Biter Beware!

My day began earlier than usual as I was roused from a deep (albeit, nightmarish) sleep at 6:30AM. From there it went onto bowls of cereal, jars of baby food, folding and putting away clothes, counting calories, running errands, cranky baby, trip to the gym, lifting weights, bicycling, walking uphill, back home, returning phone calls, more bowls of cereal and jars of fruit.

Then finally, I kicked off my shoes. I made my way to the kitchen. I scooped out a serving of green bean casserole. I poured out a serving of tortilla soup. I microwaved. I added a delicious dose of sour cream and tortilla chips. I went back to our bedroom suite, two bowls in hand. I sat down on the loveseat. I stretched out my legs. I held my bowl of green bean casserole in one hand and with a spoon in the other hand, prepared my first tasty bite. Out came the involuntary sigh of blissful relaxation.

"YEOWWW!!!!" Pain shot through my big toe! Something had me! I looked down.

My son, on hands and knees, mouth open, looked at me in complete bewilderment.

Finally, it sank in.

"He bit me!" I exclaimed in complete surprise.

I immediately chastised him to which he responded with sobs, completely confused as to what he had done wrong.

It's okay. This time you get a free pass. You don't yet understand that you have the ability to hurt other people and what that feels like. But you're learning. Just know that I don't take kindly to being bitten. :)=

{Vampire smiley courtesy of a friend...you know who you are :)= }