Imagine you are an object. Any object. A ball, a remote control, a hand, a cat. When Alexander is around, this is what the world looks like to you:
He is amused. He sees you. He grabs you. He pulls you in. He attempts to eat you.
As you may have noticed, he now has four teeth. After he took a good bite out of Tim’s hand, I tried to tell him that biting is for food, not for people. Then I realized that, as his mother, I am both food and people. *sigh* Parenting is hard.
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