You see that mark on his back? Look closely, really closely....it's a perfect set of teeth. A perfect bite that left a charming bruise for a good week. Apparently my angelic/demonic little daughter chose to take a bite out of crime and latch onto Max's back. Who the heck knows why. I wasn't around to witness said event. I only recall hearing crying, and wondering what it was for. Then hearing my friend say, in a loving way "Oh Maggie, no, we don't do that." Or something like that. Then, the next day, Julie asked me who bit Max. Lo and behold, there it was, the proof was in the pudding as they say. His sweet little back was, well, scarred. I guess i should just start calling her Alice, or Rosalie or some other Vampirical goddess. Seriously, what to do with that girl of mine.
Just another shot of the damage done. Yep, you REALLY did it you little biter. I'm telling you, I spend half my life yelling at her to GET OFF YOUR BROTHER. She's always laying on him, sitting on him, pushing him, or apparently biting him. I'm in need of some advice on how to deal with these situations. 'Cause apparently, telling to stop it just isn't working. hahahaha
Bites and bods,