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?