THE BITE!

I have to document this for posterity ( and also before I forget). The other day it was miserable and rainy as it has been for about a month now, and the kids were in the boys' room playing when the next thing we knew Eva was out by us screaming that Carter had bitten her on the arm. He HAD kind of been on one that day- but we were surprised just the same because he's not really a 'biter'. So we looked at Eva's arm and sure enough he had bitten her but not hard. It was a little red but that was all, no mark. So being the dutiful parents that we are we called Carter into the living room and Dave proceeded to ask him about the bite, etc. So then Dave told Carter that maybe he should let Eva bite him ( fully expecting for Carter to say "no that would hurt!). Well instead of what we were expecting him to do he quietly bowed his head pulled up his sleeve and ever so meekly said "otay, white dare (okay right there)" pointing to a spot on his freshly bared arm for her to bite away. We were at a loss! What a sweet sweet boy! There was no preparation for that and Dave and I both just melted! After a lot of gasping/inward laughing and head shaking we collected ourselves and tried to teach him that's not nice, but I'm pretty sure all he heard was "it's a good thing you're so dang cute!"