Thursday, May 20, 2010

Reasons to Constantly Sweep the Floor #39

As I was making dinner last night, Robbie was crawling around my feet. At one point I looked down and saw that he was chewing on something. I hesitated for a few seconds before I decided that I should find out what it is. I mean, it could have been a blueberry or a cheerio or something benign. And then, why bother? But, the good mommy won out and I stuck my finger in his mouth. You know what I pulled out? A HUGE piece of fat I had cut off from a piece of bacon.


Glad I decided to check.

1 comment:

Susan said...

Thank God he wasn't behind the couch;>