Wrath of Brooklyn

I had on a cardigan and a long sleeved shirt. It still hurt like a motha'. 

I told her she had to take off her princess dress and put on pj's. She got mad and started flipping out of control, kicking and screaming. So I picked her up and cradled her tight. She looked me in the eye while opening her mouth as wide as possible and closed her chompers right down on my arm.

We both sat and cried pathetically on her bed holding each other tight. It was so dramatic I don't think she will ever do it again.