Ah, but a mere 24 hours ago I told of a cute, angelic moment between my two smallish males.
What you’re looking at happened early this morning, approximately 10 minutes before we dropped Jude off at preschool, maybe 8:40 am. I never like leaving them anywhere with fresh wounds.
And this picture was shot around 5:30 pm. Seems not to be fading as quickly as I’d like. Jett’s taken ownership. He was really sorry when Jude got lots of hugs, kisses, attention, and a cookie. You would have thought Jett’s arm had fallen off by the way he was wailing about not getting a cookie.
What can I say? Their relationship is intense.
I bit my sister (it was the last time, I swear!) when I was about 14. The sad part is that it was over the head of my three year old niece. Siblings are sooooo irritating some times!
I give Jett high marks for his creative biting spots. I bit fingers and arms. You have to admit, a cheek is a hard place to bite. He can really get that little jaw open wide, can’t he!
ooooh, that looks like it hurt.