Alistair loves to chew on my hair. I'm not sure when it started, but he was less than one years old. He used to chew on it as soon as I picked him up from daycare. He chews on it when he's sad, when we're having our goodnight cuddle, or just whenever. Sometimes he twists it around with his hand or bites and pulls on it, which hurts a lot.
Tonight, I was out with friends, so Colin put Alistair and Charlotte to bed. When Colin sat down to read Alistair some stories before bed he said, "No! I don't want you to read stories, your hair is too short. I like Mommy's hair, I chew and eat it and it goes in my tummy."
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