Every night, as I am heading into my own room, I give Little Squid a quick kiss and sometimes have profound discussions with him.
Last night I gave him a peck on the forehead and then stealthily bent over to examine his "bite" mark.
And he hit me!
Because he thought I was going to bite him.
Now why would he think that? I don't usually bite him. It's been years since I pretended to munch on him but, that said ...
I was going to (pretend) bite him.
How did he know?
(His father is very proud of him this morning for being able to detect a duplicitous mommy. The "hit" by the way was also in fun, we do not tolerate real parental (or child) battering in this house. We also do not really bite.)