Pierce walked up to Sterling, grabbed his arm at the wrist and elbow, and bit him for all he was worth mid-forearm.
He got enough skin it apparently didn’t hurt too bad, because in slow motion, Sterling realized he was being bitten, turned, saw Pierce, and hollered, “Pie-rce!”
Pierce let go, looked up, saw I’d seen the whole thing, and ran.
Pierce ran into the bathroom, slammed the door, and held the door shut.
I’m afraid parenting this boy is going to stretch me. Who am I kidding? It’s already stretched me, humiliated me, and made me rethink everything parenting-wise I’ve ever believed to be true.