During one of their many wrestling bouts today, I heard Deacon stop laughing and start crying. Zeke came out of their bedroom, came to me in the kitchen and said, "Deacon hurt." I asked Zeke, "What did you do to him?" and told me that he bit Deacon.
I sighed, then went into their bedroom to check on Deacon. Sweet boy was sitting in the middle of his bed, sobbing. So I sat down next to him and asked him what was wrong. He told me his belly hurt, lifted up his shirt and showed me this:
I sighed, then went into their bedroom to check on Deacon. Sweet boy was sitting in the middle of his bed, sobbing. So I sat down next to him and asked him what was wrong. He told me his belly hurt, lifted up his shirt and showed me this:
Yeah. Those are teeth marks - Zeke's teeth marks. I don't think I have ever been so shocked at and disappointed in and upset with Zeke. Looking at Deacon's belly now, hours later, I still can't believe it happened. My poor baby.
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