As I was showing B my newest set of claw marks this morning, and we were discussing the baby's peculiar habit of being sweet, fun, and lovable during the day, but an absolute terror at night, B came up with the obvious answer...the baby is part werewolf. But not the go-crazy-during-the-full-moon kind. Oh, no. He's a special breed that goes crazy as soon as the sun goes down (and gets better slightly before dawn). That would explain so much. The claws, the nastiness, the inexplicable gnawing on my shoulders/jaw/nose, and the fun new trick of chomping down on my nipples while he's nursing (you gotta watch your body parts around this one). We couldn't quite figure out how he got the werewolf DNA (I don't remember having sex with a werewolf, but B could be hiding something from me...he is a pretty hairy guy...), but it's the only explanation that makes any sense. So forget the Wolverine thing. I'm now convinced that the kid is part werewolf.