I yelped, C grinned, (with my toe in her mouth, yes), and Bean cracked up. So of course C repeated the process. After a second or two, we were all cracking up.
Until she stopped being gentle and bit the nonesense out of my big toe.
I yelped again and hid my feet under a pillow.
C was not happy at all. Apparently, she liked that teething item. I, however, did not.
Bean, being sweet, said, "Mommy! C can nibble on my finger!"
Before I could dive over to prevent a dramatic reenactment of "Charlie Bit Me," Bean's finger was firmly between C's strong jaws. C was amused. Bean was most certainly not. Poor kid. I don't think she'll be eager to let C bite anything anymore.
Well, at least she won't put herself in that position again. 5 minutes later, I overheard her whispering to C, "Go bite Mommy's toe! Go get her!"
I think I need to get some steel toed boots.