How many disgusting things can my 10-month old insert into his little clean, pure mouth? I need to track it somewhere. While at Anna's softball team's pool party yesterday, he was not happy to be carried around the entire time. I put him down and watched him do his 'booty-in-the-air' gorilla crawl around the pool. I started talking for a few seconds (I swear, it was only a few) and looked down at him just in time to see him about to gobble up a dirty, mashed, cigarette butt. Aghhh! Shit! Get it out of your mouth, child! I grabbed it from it and he looked at me like I had just ruined his meal. Later, I found him digging dead beetles out of a hole and trying to eat them. The day before, he was gnawing on a muddy green pecan at my mom's house. I mean, I do feed him actual food. I promise.
Towards the end of the party, he grabbed a Ruffles potato chip off of the ground and started chewing on it. I didn't even flinch. I mean, that's FOOD right? Right. Bad mother, I know.
Maybe we'll start calling him 'Pumbaa'. Hakuna Matata.
2 comments:
Yummy! At least it wasn't a dog turd like my little darling had in his grubby hand the other day.
That reminds me of my first son. Unfortunately I had to sell him to the Russian mob in order to settle a gambling debt. Oh well! Easy come, easy go!
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