bites

Kids are funny. They talk with squeaky voices, they run around escaping vacuum cleaners, making pinecones into supper, and they hit and bite each other. I like their tiny little fingers and toes, and the silly things they say.

A two year old once asked me (after a very quiet 20 minutes as he was supposedly falling asleep): "When a shark bites you, do you die?"

"Uh.... I don't know, what do you think?"

"I think, yeah, you do."

A four year old saw me one day without makeup, and the next day with makeup (and combed hair) and said, "You don't look like you, you look beautiful."

And then there is the precocious three year old who bit her twin sister on the inner thigh, leaving a purple mark and even a little bit of blood. When told "Don't bite Sissy," she replied, "But I'm a dinosaur."

Who can argue with that?

Dinosaur courtesy of Amazing World

Calvin and Hobbes comic courtesy