Stop fucking biting me, kid, OK?!
OK – since I’d never say that to her, I feel i can say it to you.
To her – it’s “gentle, gentle, we don’t bite.”
But Narda’s in DC, and I have to scream somewhere.
So you get to hear it – FUCKING OUCHHHHHHHHHHHH!
we’re off to have dinner at a friend’s. She’s in heaven playing with her car seat.