So I was lying here on the couch this afternoon, wishing it was quiet enough for a nap but getting quite the opposite with both boys on top of me, grabbing my face and wrestling with each other. They slid over to the front of the couch, still wrestling, when I spotted Mojo with his face against the small of his brother's back, mouth open, ready to sink his teeth in. I stopped him and prepared to make a big deal of it -- when it comes to biting, Mojo has a long rap sheet. But Mojo was in no mood to cop a plea.

"I wasn't going to bite him," Mojo explained. "I was trying to tickle him with my teeth."

I found his story implausible but good. Quite good.