he bit me.
my son bit me.
in all fairness though, we were playing the “i’ve got your nose, now i’m going to eat it… look! now it grew back” game. (what!? that’s not a real game?)
but, still…
he bit me. hard. and then he felt awful. sort of.
are you ok?
i’ll be ok.
i’m sorry.
i know.
i didn’t mean to…
you didn’t mean to what?
bite you as hard i could.
then why did you?
b/c it was as hard as i could! and now your finger is purple & red & white… almost like a RAINBOW!!
** post title = will rogers
Posted in: conversations with silly monkey stuff, mommy stuff
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Posted on April 21, 2010
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