Ah yes, the needle-teeth phase.
I wish it was cold enough to wear gloves.
My hands look like ‘weasels ripped my flesh’.
I hate to imagine what people think when I’m going through a check out line.
My hands are full of little red Morse code dots and dashes from all the punctures and slashes.
;D
I know she’s just going through the usual puppy-bite phase and truth be told, when she wrinkles up her little lips into what she ~thinks~ is a ‘terrifingly ferocious snarl’, I just about pass out from laughing.
I’m like “Seriously?!?”
LOL