Years ago, when Good Enough Mother’s children were the cutest little babies, before they fought constantly and gave her the push back at every turn, they used to go to daycare.
One day I got a call from the center saying some little hellraiser with no home training, bit my kid. HE BIT MY SWEET CASEY! Of course I was terrified and watched the mark to see if it was serious enough to warrant a tetanus shot. It turned out to be fine.
So imagine my surprise when I heard on the news the other day that thanks to all things vampire invading the big and small screens, teens are biting one another to show their affection. WHAT?
So not only did I lose sleep when she got bit as a baby, now I have to keep an eye on her adolescent neck too? Oh heck no!
