I was lying next to you, little Charlie, staring into your eyes as I am wont to do, when you lashed out like an angry cobra and latched onto my nose like it was a nipple.
At first I thought it was amusing and asked Mommy to take a picture, but it quickly became quite a slobbery mess and a little scary.
The amount of suction that you were able to generate was astounding.
When I finally managed to detach you from my nose, Mommy looked at me and gasped.
You had given me a hickey on my nose, little Charlie, my first hickey in a very, very long time. Though it’s visible in this photograph, the picture really doesn’t due it justice. It was large, red and lasted two days.
Clara had a habit of biting my nose when she was an infant, but never did she latch onto my face like a vacuum cleaner.
I suspect that I will be keeping my nose far away from you for quite a while.
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