This afternoon I watched Burger smack T in the mouth with an apple slice while she was trying to nap at 10 in the morning. It was hilarious, I saw it all happen and boy was it worth keeping my mouth shut for once. The main reason it was funny to me is because I am usually the one on the receiving end of that tiny fist. It is a very weak but aggressive violence. But I'm lucky.
Let's put it this way, if my son were a chimp, I'd be an eyeless, earless, limbless stump by now.