Max, dude, your nursing days are numbered buddy.
This morning at 4:30, Max woke up in what John referred to as a "playful mood". I would refer to it as a "sadistic mood", but you know, whatever. Anyhow, he woke up and I put him in bed with us to nurse. Sadly, nurse he did not. Instead he continually put my nipple in his mouth, bit down hard and shook his head like a dog playing with a chew toy. When I screamed out in pain, he let go and laughed. Again, John may say that he giggled like the angelic cherub he is, but I remember it as a maniacal cackling, reveling in the delight of causing unnecessary pain to his mother.
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