7.07.2010
day 191 of 365
I was a biter as a child. I bit my parents and my sisters and my little friends. I even bit the neighbor's dog. My parents tried all the remedies popular in the early 1960s, including biting me back. I don't think they ever tried putting a fence around me and nailing up a sign. That might have done the trick.
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I had to laugh out loud when I read that your poor parents tried everything, including biting you back.
ReplyDeleteWay too funny!! Ryan was in a daycare once with a biter. She bit him 18 times!! When I moved him to another daycare, they said, "Oh, don't worry... she was already here." :)
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, this made me laugh! I have a little biter too, hopefully it won't come to this :)
ReplyDeleteI was a runner. My mom would look the other way for one second and I'd be gone. I met my entire neighbourhood before my parents when we moved - I was 2 1/2. My mom put me in a leather harness for most occasions. *sigh* the memories.
ReplyDeleteMade me laugh.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great find and story!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the chuckle!
ReplyDeleteI won't worry about that horse it looks so tiny ;-}. Excellent composition.
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