Over the last few days, my son has decided that he is a vampire. I am not quite sure where he got it from but has officially entered the biting stage. In fact, he bite Mark in the balls.
Yes, you heard that right. Trent leaned in, open mouthed and chomped down on Mark's nuts as Mark stood unsuspectingly in the kitchen, filling me in on his work day.
Before I knew what was happening, Trent's little body flew back and he landed with a thud on his behind. Not surprisingly, Trent erupted into his ear shattering screams as I frantically asked Mark what the hell happened. I ran to Trent, scooped him into my arms and began comforting him as Mark screamed, "He bit me in the nuts." Dumbfounded, I said, "He WHAT?" Mark screamed, "He tried to bite my junk off," as he stood in the kitchen, hunched over, with both hands grabbing his package.
What did I do? I burst out laughing of course! What else was I supposed to do? I held the screaming Trent in my arms, swaying back and forth and laughed my bloody head off despite the death looks Mark was flashing my way. Actually, I was even slightly annoyed at Mark for having pushed Trent so hard that he fell on the ground and I even told him so. Mark promptly told me that it was just his reflexes freeing his manhood from imminent harm. Again, I laughed.
Well, as they say, karma is a bitch because the little bugger ran up to me yesterday, arms open wide as he said, "Mama, hug. Mama kiss." I scooped him in my arms ready for the love that he so obviously wanted to show me. He leaned back, grabbed my face and placed a big ol smacker right on my lips. I said, "Oh, Trent, Mommy loves when you give me kisses and hugs." He smiled back brightly and again said, "Mama, I hug." He wrapped his skinny little arms around my neck tightly and snuggled into my neck. I was on cloud nine. I smiled and hugged him tightly when suddenly, I felt his little chompers on the skin of my shoulder and he bit me. The little bugger bit me! I put him on the ground and sternly told him that he cannot bit people. He looked at me, laughed mischievously and then charged me like a bull with his mouth wide open. He tried to bite me again! I pushed him away only be charged a second time.
Many of my friends children have gone through the biting stage and I was hoping to avoid it but apparently, that is not going to happen. My only guess as to where Trent learned how to bit is from me! When I play with him, I often take him in my arms, lie him horizontally and nibble on his ribcage while saying, "I am going to chomp on you like a chicken bone!" It makes him laugh hysterically but that type of play time is no more! I need to nip this biting before it gets any more serious!
I know that some of you may be thinking that my child is horrible. He is not, I assure you. Most of the time he is a lovable little man but the times that he kisses or hugs me are not nearly as entertaining to relay.
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