Bb and I were playing rough last night after dinner. He got so mischievous and grasped my hair real hard. Ouch!
He had a string of my hair on his tinny fist. I was angry(pretended),“B, stop snatching mommy’s hair” I blasted. As usual, he ignored and continued the pulling. Guess what I did? I grasped a handful of his hair behind him and pulled as hard as I could.
“Painful?” I asked him. He gave me a shy grin. He refused to give up; I again grasped his hair full of wicked expression; of coz with hard core pulling but without his hair landing on my big fist.
Finally he gave up, guess he must have felt the pain. Hooray! I won!