Had an interesting and surreal phone conversation last night with my sister, mother of my delightful 18 month old niece. Almost simultaneously we said, "Don't bite, sweetie. Kiss, don't bite." (She to the niece and I to Bear the Wonder Weasel.) I keep telling her it's like I have five eternal two year olds running around the house. It's just that I can put mine in the cage for time out when they are snotty. :) Anne and the Dooking Argonauts [Posted in FML issue 4433]