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Do you remember anything from when you were only 1 years old? I do. I solved a problem that I was having. There was a certain 1 year old in the same room as me. This 1 year old was a big boy who looked like a giant to me because I was always so tiny for my age. He lived me and always seemed to want to take care of me like I was a baby or something. He did not understand that I could take care of myself. He always ran up to me when my mother walked into the room with me each morning. He would try and unbutton my coat, take it off of me, and hang it up for me. I HATED that! I knew how to button, unbutton, take off, and hang up my own coat, by myself. So, one day when he walked into the room and he ran up to me, I took a step backwards. He kept coming. I took another step backwards, and he took another step forward. I wanted to say “STOP!” but while I was quite skilled with buttons, I had not yet figured out how to talk. I had quite enough of his pushiness, so I knew that I had to figure out a way to stop him. He kept coming and coming and coming until I was backed up into a corner. I got freaked out because I didn’t like being cornered. He reached out to take my coat, which was still on me, and I didn’t like this either. So… I opened my mouth, leaned forward, and bit down fiercely on his finger. That stopped him! I opened my mouth back up and he yanked his finger out. He backed off quickly and went to do something else. I think he finally understood that I didn’t like it, and so he finally stopped. All it took was a little enforcement from the magical tools in our mouths that we call “teeth”!