Ever since I learned the pincer grasp, one of my favorite hobbies has been to pick up stuff off the floor. A lot of times, these tiny things ended up in my mouth.

Truthfully, Mommy was not a fan of this stage.

So with some re-direction and encouragement from her and Dad Guy, now I’ve decided it’s more fun to hand them the stuff I find on the floor! (You know, it never tasted that good, anyway.)

So everyone is happier. I get a kick out of making the ‘rents happy and I’m putting fewer disgusting things in my mouth. Yippee!