DAUGHTER: “Daddy? I need a new diaper.” ME: “You do? OK, I think we can handle that.” ME: “Oh, this is a bad one.” DAUGHTER: “Don’t worry, Daddy. It’s only poop. It not bite you.”
I caught my 10 month-old gnawing on our Pug’s Busy Bone. On the plus side, at least she’ll have a shiny coat.