Uh-oh

I sincerely hope that we do not have a biting phase ahead of us. But, I have a sneaking suspicion that we might.

On Saturday, we celebrated the Smartest Man Alive's birthday with friends and Burrito Bar. While my sister was playing on the floor with Little Man, she said, "Ouch. He just bit me!" Of course, I'm thinking "IMPOSSIBLE! He only has one tooth and he was probably just trying to give kisses and missed."

Little Man likes to roughhouse. He grabs hair and head-butts regularly. So, I was pleasantly surprised when he started pulling my face toward his with his mouth open. I assumed he was trying to give kisses. I might have been wrong.

A few minutes after the first incident, my sister reported a second bite. We told him no-no. We don't bite our friends.

I have closely followed Hillary's biting (mis)adventures at Not Raising Brats. Here's hoping I won't have to employ any of her advice.