Patience, Grasshopper!

Scene: Dinnertime, 6:30 p.m. I am standing at the kitchen counter, Husband is leaning against the sink.

Me: I swear, Claire seems hungry every hour lately. I’m chopping up some vegetables for her. [Claire is clinging to my butt, whining in hunger.]

Him: What did you make for dinner?

Me: I made chicken ratatou–ee-yOUCH!

Him: Did you cut yourself? What’s wrong? [He immediately steps over to check on me.]

Me: Claire bit me! The little rascal just bit the back of my thigh!

Him: Oh, I thought you’d cut yourself.

Me: She bit me! She bit me! What an impatient little stinker.

Him: Well, she takes after her mother. [wink]

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4 Comments on “Patience, Grasshopper!”

  1. lkd Says:

    I recall reading within the last year an article about the biting phase of childhood as having some sort of deep genetic relationship with the human animal’s instinct for cannibalism but I can’t remember where I read it.

    So of course, when I read this post, I laughed out loud.

    Hungry little bugger, isn’t she?


  2. TP Says:

    I always figured having a kid would come back to bite you in the ass. Sounds like I was close.

    (Credit Aunt LP for pointing out this low-hanging fruit.)

  3. Barbara Says:

    What a shock for you! I guess she was really hungry.


  4. gerry rosser Says:

    Better get a shot!