I got a call yesterday from Carter's daycare to report that another baby had bitten him. He was fine - the bite didn't break the skin, and apparently he was more upset about having it cleaned than he was about the bite itself. When I went to pick him up, I got the full scoop, which was that
first Carter pulled the boy's hair, and
then the boy bit Carter. Of course, I couldn't really be too upset, seeing as how I was a biter myself as a child...
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And so it begins. Carter experiences his first testosterone-flare/fight experience. Woo hoo!
*ahem* I mean, I'm so sorry to hear that. :)
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