B Is For Biting

I have always considered it a blessing that Chunky has never been a biter. Unlike many of the kids at preschool (some who have recieved 3 day suspensions at age 2 for biting), Chunky has just never had the desire to chew on other small children. And he still does not. However, I guess last night I did not feed him enough, although he did eat almost a whole medium pizza. He decided to take a nice bite out of my inner thigh this morning. I thought he wanted to be picked up, like always when leaving the house, but I guess he was just angry at me for waking him up too early. I now have a quarter size purple spot on my leg, plus some missing skin. I guess I should feel blessed that I had my jeans on or else I would have spent my morning getting stitches. I am also blesssed that out of shock and the fact that I was running late for work that he did not get the real spanking he deserved. It's now official, Chunky is up for adoption! Just kidding, but don't think it did not run through my head this morning. In the minivan, on the way to work, he just cried, "Mommy, give me a kiss!". I just kept on driving as I was afraid he would go for the jugular (I can live without part of my thighs!)