It's like rain on your wedding day.

Stone, like most babies, loves to put things in his mouth.
He doesn't discriminate.
Any shape, any size; down the hatch.

He's very exact. He never almost gets something in his mouth.
He never ends up with a toy in his ear.
I don't worry about a poke in the eye.
Every time. Right in the kisser.

So why is it that, when his adoring mother wants him to put something in his mouth, things end up looking like this?


Grandmommus said...

This scene looks so familiar........

starparticle said...

Just wait till he gets to Leif's house...the flax seed oil + quinoa + swiss chard is going to make him a changed man. Clearly I know how to feed babies, just check out my little bucket of lard.