Ouch!

A week or so ago we had a group of college kids over to our house for dinner. There were probably 10 or so people, so not a ton but enough to make Noah a little crazy. He was running around like a crazy man and then hiding his face in Mike's legs (this is what he does when new people are around-the hiding, not the running). All of a sudden he apparently decided to chomp down on Mike's leg while he had his face buried there. Ouch! It left a quarter sized red, purple spot right away. He must have really bitten down pretty hard.

I was pretty horrified when I realized what had happened. This is our first biting incident with Noah. He was immediately sent to time out. It hasn't happened since but we are both now paranoid anytime he comes up and buries his head in our legs.

The funny part of this story was what Noah said afterwards. When Mike went to get Noah out of time out, they had this conversation:
Mike: "Noah, why did you have to go to time out?"
Noah: (in a very sad, pitiful tone) "Ate Daddy's leg"

Yep, Noah is now our little leg eater. Hopefully that was the first and last time.