OUCH!

There was an incident this evening.  The little guy had a small toy in his mouth. I told him to spit it out. He refused. So being a "good" mommy and trying to keep him safe and not choke, I stuck my finger in to sweep it out.

Well, today he made the bad choice to chomp down on my finger.  He even broke the skin!  He hasn't been a biter, which is why I felt okay trying to get the toy.  OUCH does my finger still hurt!  I'll live.  Don't start making plans to attend any party thrown due to my demise, just yet.

However, it did remind me of this gem of a video that several years ago made the rounds.  In fact, since then my dad has had this as his ring tone for when we call him.

And for my mom, he still doesn't want to be called Chuck.