Well, Elliot nipped at me again this morning while I was feeding him at 5am… This is probably the third or fourth time. The pediatrician told me to tell him no and walk away. So I yelped, said no, and picked him up to take him back to his bed. Elliot says to me “Good?” so I replied, “No, that hurts mommy!” Then I put him down in his bed where he rolled over immediately and went back to sleep… Some punishment. He’s a funny little stinker!
I caught my first shiny pokemon ever today. It was a Grumpig. So I named him Grumpus.
Did you teach him “bite”?
Can’t learn it. Although he does know “sleep” which may or may not be ironic.