... is the finger food we've been giving him. Occasionally a grain of puffed rice will make its way inside, seemingly by random happenstance. At least 90 percent of it ends up on the floor. Still, he seems to be mastering the all-important pincer movement, which he practices by yanking my septum.
Monday, October 27, 2008
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