My favorite story is from my niece, not my kids. She was around 5, and it was Thanksgiving. Before we ate we were playing around and she bit me. I yelped "ouch", then scolded her. After dinner I go in to the living room and she's there, alone. She walks up, grabs my arm and says "this time, try not to scream so loud" and sinks her teeth in to my flesh.
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