Saturday, May 10, 2008

definition of ankle biter

I was minding my own buisness playing guitar and singing with the girls (yeah--just call us the Von Trapps) when the baby crawled over to my left foot. Apparently it was too tantalizing for it to be on the footstool. . .he leaned in a left a circular pattern of teeth on my ankle. I screamed, he cried, and the girls consoled us all.

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