Our own pint-sized elf is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to wrapped delicacies.
Sure, he seems tender and mild -- sweet as a sugar plum -- but those glinting new teeth and deftly grasping fingers tell a different story.
Even the most securely enclosed treats are no match for our Baby H.
A distracted parent might, for example, place a firmly-sealed candy cane into chubby hands, scarcely giving a thought to whether that confection might find its way out of the cellophane and into the toddler's mouth.
That would be a foolish assumption.
Just ask this minty-breathed babe:
The same parent might also prop the refrigerator door open to allow a bit of toddler sensory experimentation to take place during the bustle of dinner prep, only to discovery mere seconds later that a bushel of wayward pomegranates has tumbled off of the bottom shelf and into a pair of keenly pleased paws.
And what lands in the hands must go directly into the mouth. And if it's sweet and juicy, it stays in the mouth for a very long time and gets drooled out all over the travertine tile.
All of this practice unwrapping packages should help our baby boy to make quick work of ribbons and paper come Christmas morning -- if the packages make it till then.
Precious!
ReplyDeleteBTW. I see C sitting froggy style next to H. I wonder if H will sit like you and your other kiddos.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the double fisted candy cane grips. I'll bet you had a hard time convincing H to let you have those back.
"And what lands in the hands must go directly into the mouth. And if it's sweet and juicy, it stays in the mouth for a very long time and gets drooled out all over the travertine tile." Truer words have never been spoken, at least if you have little ones in the house :D
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