Whotter bit her

A new colleague of mine, who was quite enthousiastically talking about her exploits as a street hooker suddenly noticed the little fellow that had followed me around. Our mutual colleague also didn't know him yet.
So they both greeted Whotter. They didn't realise he was my son. Once one of the girls referred to him as 'the rat', things went wrong...

I don't have to explain again he has sharp teeth. Breastfeeding was always an issue. Fortunately he can now rummage through trashcans, hunt for little critters together with his friend the fox and occasionally beg for a fish with my friend Stephanie.
He can also bite. I don't have to mention she felt that...