Never bite the hand that feeds you
As a young lad of 4, my parents went for a night out and my aunt and uncle were called in to make sure my sister and I didn't die. All was going well until I did somthing naughty, I can't remember what it was but my uncle was telling me off. Now, my uncle dosen't have kids, so he was a bit unsure how to do it. He was telling me off and wagging his finger in my face.

I can vividly remeber his face, his voice, and staring at the finger. What I can't remember is why I decided to bite his finger as hard as I could. The scream was somthing else, as was his face. I went to bed without any tea that night and got a slap on the legs for my trouble when my dad got home.

Never bit anouther uncle.
(Mong goose, Thu 28 Oct 2010, 17:28, Reply)