I was sitting on the couch watching a Scrapbooking show on the tv. Adrianna was sitting on the floor in front of me, contentedly playing with some of her toys. After a little while, she pulled herself up, using the couch, so that she was standing and looking up at me. I wasn’t paying too close attention to her, when all of a sudden I felt this sharp little pain on the top of my foot. OUCH! She bit me. Hard. That got my full attention. Even though it hurt, I couldn’t help but laugh.
The bite reminded me of a story that my mom has told me many times from when I was about 3 years old. My mom was standing at the changing table, changing my little brother’s diaper. I guess I was pretending to be a lion or something like that. I crawled over to where my mom was and bit her on the leg. Cause that’s what lions do, don’t ya know? I may have been playing, but it was also probably a bid for attention since I had went from being the only child to having to share my parents’ affections when Brian was born.