Last night, after trowing a tantrum because I did not let him watch more TV than he is allowed, Tetti started complaining about everything he thinks is wrong in his life: "Why don't we have a backyard? Why don't we have a puppy? I need kids neighbors!" And he went on and on, between sobs. Until he asked "And I don't want you and Daddy to bite me anymore!"
Oooops.
It's because he has the most delicious cheeks in the world. And I always loved biting them, even though on the other hand I am always telling him to not bite other kids... So I said, ok, fine, you have the right to claim ownership of your body.
But this morning, when I was helping him brush his teeth, there it was, irresistible, his left cheek (or bochecha, as we say it in Brazil). I asked for only one little bite.
"No. No more biting! Only kisses."
He is growing up to be a tough guy.
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