Those of you who follow me on Twitter know I’m a huge (like, a maniacal) fan of CW’s teenybopper hit, “The Vampire Diaries.” Tonight, I learned that Powergirl and I have a little vampire of our own: Our fang-toothed daughter.

Sure, she’s given me hickeys before. But tonight—probably because she’s teething something fierce—she bit down on my shoulder so hard, she actually drew blood.

To say the encounter took me aback would be an understatement. On one hand, I found it hysterically funny, and wanted to laugh at how crazy/freaky/weird our child is. On the other hand, I knew I couldn’t show her any sort of reaction that might encourage her to do it again, lest she take a chunk out of her mother or one of her grandparents.

So I ignored the bite completely. Until she tried to do it again. Then I said, “No” in a stern voice.

I’m not the best (read: most resolved) disciplinarian, but my response somehow managed to deter her from sucking my blood for the rest of the night. Let’s hope there are no repeat performances any time soon; I’d rather not raise an honorary Salvatore in this house.