Dear V,
Well, for a change, it is not you that we are going to talk about. It is me - I have become the injured soldier here, with all the random accidents and some purposeful biting that happens in the house these days.
Most of it happens when you get too excited - the other day you were too excited and you swayed your head in such a way that it hit my lip and I got a cut. You seem to be getting a cheap thrill in pulling my hair (what ever is left of it anyway) and then you check your hand to see if you have plucked any! Though you are yet to understand the concept of hitting, I am pretty sure that it is not very far away - at which point, I plan to read you this
Loads of Love,
Injured Amma.
Well, for a change, it is not you that we are going to talk about. It is me - I have become the injured soldier here, with all the random accidents and some purposeful biting that happens in the house these days.
Most of it happens when you get too excited - the other day you were too excited and you swayed your head in such a way that it hit my lip and I got a cut. You seem to be getting a cheap thrill in pulling my hair (what ever is left of it anyway) and then you check your hand to see if you have plucked any! Though you are yet to understand the concept of hitting, I am pretty sure that it is not very far away - at which point, I plan to read you this
Loads of Love,
Injured Amma.
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