My nightmares lately feature 8 little teeth. 4 on the top and 4 on the bottom. Perfectly sharp, white, tiny little razors, perfect for biting your shoulder when SOMEONE is PRETENDING to give you a hug.
The idiom "Death by a thousand cuts" has never been so real to me.
November 2016
7 years ago
2 comments:
You are so funny! I miss you.
Atley has 16 teeth and is just as bad! I figure when he bites what he's really saying is 'please put me in time out, Mommy. I need some time alone in my crib.' He always gets what he asks for! :)
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