Always friends

I have been bitten by the baby. 
Bitten hard. 
Yes, bitten there. 

I am tired, and fairly hungry. My self-control is the first casualty of this state. Involuntarily, I shout 'OW!'

Startled, his face falls and he sobs. Proper, heart-rending sobs. Naturally, I cuddle and soothe him and he seems calm. 

Pushing himself up, he plants a kiss on my face, then leans back as if to survey my reaction. He stays there, half-smile in place and eyebrows raised quizzically, watching my still-furrowed brow. 

I'm powerless. I smile back at this cheeky creature and his face breaks Into a proper smile. Delightedly, he claps twice and then throws himself into my embrace. Satisfied that we are friends again, he settles himself and is asleep in seconds. Satisfied that we are friends again, I settle myself in for a snoozy cuddle. I'm still smiling.