Yesterday started out just like any other ordinary day. The kids, for once, were playing together in the toy room, and we were able to finish up watching the Pirates game on DVR. Then, out of nowhere, came the blood-curling scream.
‘lil Miss A came running to us, claiming that ‘lil Man bit her. I ignored here, thinking there was no way our daughter would let this happen. Greg took a look at her, and told me I needed to look. Sure enough, he had bit her hand and it was close to bleeding. There were perfect ‘lil indents where his teeth had pushed through layers of skin. What was once snow white, was now bright pink, turning purple by the second.