It's a gloomy Sunday evening and Dovid Friedman of Chicago is
reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar to his two children,
22-month-old Donny and 3-year-old Kivi. Each time Daddy gets to
the end, the kids exclaim, "Again!" Soon, the children decide
they also want to eat through four strawberries, so everyone
heads to the kitchen. In their rush to be first, the kids trip
over each other, and Donny's cheek smacks into the edge of the
door. He screams; Friedman picks him up, kisses him, gets an ice
pack and in a few minutes, Donny is happily munching
strawberries having completely forgotten the mishap. The next
morning, I drop by, see the bruise that now extends halfway
across my grandson's cheek, and exclaim, "What happened to your
face?" Donny replies, "Kivi bite me." My daughter, Shoshana, the
kids' mother, sighs. "Actually, he was running and he crashed
into the wall; but Kivi has bitten him so many times, that
whenever he notices a bruise or a scrape, he just assumes that
Kivi bit him." While the situation is t