Food: Day Four

It's fascinating.

This little fella will put everything in his mouth. Unless he's sleeping, there's a 99% chance that there is something in there.

Usually, it's his hands. He jams those puppies so far into his gob he chokes himself. When he gets his diaper changed, he nibbles on his toes. He gnaws on my fingers, my arms. On more than one occasion, he's tried to eat Clio's ear. Every single toy he owns has been gummed, licked, and sucked - and has the battle scars to prove it. Ryan had to stop reading Goodnight Moon last night because Cael wanted to find out what that particular variety of cardboard tasted like.

The only thing he won't open his mouth for? Rice cereal.