A frightening tale

The photo is at least a month old, but we are still figuring out what to get for a new camera. The old one, aside from being decrepit, also has it's batteries missing. Nolan has probably squirrelled them away somewhere with his secret stash of things we need but can't find. Anyway, it's not the best pic of him, but notice the great tomato tocque? From 'Aunty' Char, a woman of many talents.

Nolan has been very affectionate lately- rubbing noses with Daddy, coming in for kisses at me (me keeps his mouth OPEN but the idea is clearly there- I wonder if he's seen too many movie French kisses??). However, every once in a while he'll BITE instead of kiss, which makes the whole experience a little- well- edgier, more film noire-ish than Disney.
Today we were looking at new digi-cams at London Drugs and Nolan was hyper and overtired, but having a high hilarious old time. Then he suddenly switched to ferocious mode and- you may not believe this- with his razor sharp baby teeth, ripped a chunk out of the shoulder of my black leather coat. It was more like an avulsion, really, with a small missing bit which I considered trying to get out of his mouth, but was afraid (you'd be too) of the teeth. I believe it was spit out not swallowed, but, well, he eats meat anyway.
Occasionally he walks up and eyes bits of me- like my leg when I'm in jammies, or lifts up my shirt to say"Hi" to my tummy, or check my bellybutton-ring (it's now 12 years old, can you believe it) and I thought it was simply curiosity and maybe affection- now, in fact, I am a little more afraid.