So I saw little Mr. Mark again this evening. And I got my face bitten. Well, it was my cheek and he didn't break skin and it was a playful bite. But still...seriously...it's my face, not his.
And apparently, I'm not the only person to whom he does this stuff. I was telling Ben the story and he says, "Oh yeah, he once ran up to me and punched me in the kidneys-like IN the kidneys."
I like the kid better when he's pretending to be a cowboy.