Biting Our Friends
Daddy sits on the couch, his arms wrapped around his little girl as she babbles, watching Paw Patrol. Looking down at her, he watches as her lips wrap around her teddy's ear, chewing softly. "No, no, baby, we don't bite our friends," he chuckles, tugging on the stuffie. She releases him with a whine, grinding her teeth together. He picks up her paci, placing it in front of her mouth. "Open up, little one!". She smiles up at him, "Baba!!". She wraps her mouth around the paci, sucking softly on it as she snuggles further into his arms.











