Now I understand where the expression "anklebiter" comes from. He crawls around biting our ankles, pulls himself up and bites our legs, will sink his teeth into your shoulder if you're carrying him, tries to bite his sister in the bath. We're not depriving him of toys, he has loads of stuff he could chew, but none of it screams, which is funny, and I think actually now he's just got a taste for blood.
HELP ME.