Today's OneWord: Clamp

Jennifer proceeded to clamp her teeth down on her mother's hand, hard, though not hard enough to draw blood. The bite, however, was enough to elicit a high-pitched, squawking scream, as the poor woman tried to shake her daughter off her arm like a bird trying to ruffle its feathers. I stood up from my chair then, leaving my unfinished meatloaf behind.

"Jennifer," I said. "Sit."

She stared, mouth still on skin.

"You're going to act like a dog, I treat you like a dog. Sit."