I may be turning into a geezer, but I'm still not ready for any kiddos though.
At work (pediatric dental office) the other day, a mother with 2 children came in. The older boy was 7 and the younger boy was almost 2. The brave big brother went back on his own to have his teeth cleaned, leaving mom and the toddler in our waiting room. Mom was fine. Big brother was fine. The little brother, however, was NOT okay with being left behind. He kept pressing his face against the glass door, looking for his brother, and he constantly called his brother's name. When his brother came back up front, the little boy went running to give him a big hug.
"Awwww," said his mom and all of our staff. It seemed like such a sweet moment, until an instant later when the 7 year old exclaimed "OUCH!" and shoved his baby brother away.
That adorable hug that we had all been admiring? It wasn't a hug at all. The little boy had very enthusiastically bitten his big brother on the stomach!
Yeah, Pica and Biscuit are seeming pretty awesome. They bite each other all the time, but you see it coming.