On my kitchen window ledge is a small glass jar that is filled each day with small items removed from Will's mouth. Here is a sampling from yesterday:
And these are just the smaller, more hazardous items. I didn't include the dog kibble, pistachio shells, tennis ball, cell phone, or the 3 nibs which he ate off of Clara's markers.
Will really is our first "oral" child. I don't recall either Clara or Sam putting things in their mouths, and even boasted that fact to my friends and family.
But Will doesn't stand a chance. This house is filled with so many tiny, freakin toys, never mind the fact that his sister obsessively collects small items, like marbles and shells and pebbles and bits of tinfoil and such.
The good thing is, is that extraction is easy. I hold out my hand in front of his mouth, say "Will...spit it out" and out it comes, and into my glass jar it goes. And then Clara walks by and thinks what a lovely collection in that jar and empties the items out onto the carpet, in front of Will, who of course comes running...
Like I said, he doesn't stand a chance.
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