This morning Greg, Wesley and I were lounging about. Wesley was in Daddy's arms and I was laying right next to them. Greg and I were talking, while Wesley had my index finger in his hand. He brought my finger towards his mouth and gave it a little nibble. Obviously, we want to teach him the biting is not OK, so I said "No" and pulled my hand away.
Wesley waited a tiny moment and then squeaked out "Yea" in the cutest little protest I've ever heard. Greg and I nearly died laughing.
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