Vampire Boy

I was rinsing out Grady's fuzzy bunz when I suddenly heard a distress call come from his room.  Grady was safely confined to his crib while I was a way, so I couldn't imagine he'd hurt himself.  Somehow, he managed to bite his lip, and the blood was flowing.  It wasn't a bad bite, but I'm sure it hurt.  After I picked him up, he licked his lips and stopped crying.  Then he licked his lips again. and again. and again.  The boy really seemed to enjoy tasting his own blood.  Whats not to like? It's warm, salty...

soon he looked like this...

a little vampire, after a tasty meal.