September 12, 1984. Sometimes Fletch will bite me petulantly when I try to carry him away from a play scene he wants to continue. Not hard enough to hurt, just an irritable teenage nip..."Leave me alone! I want to play!" A few minutes ago he knew I was going to put him out and he didn't want to go so he crawled under a low desk where I couldn't reach him. Such human child reactions.
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