Last night, at bath time, J grabbed a piece of toast I happened to be eating and started munching on it himself... in the bath. This unexpected turn of events was fascinating and very funny. Later, I duly cleaned the soggy remnants from the plughole. Earlier today...
W: He's becoming a lot less destructive, don't you think?
Me: Well, he's not flinging DVDs around, if that's what you mean?
W: Yes, he's actually becoming gentler with objects.
Me: True. But I wonder if he might be diverting his attentions to other pursuits?
W: You're talking about an 11-month-old child here.
Me: Exactly, his brain is developing in many different directions all at once. Who knows what he might be into next?
A minute later, W calls from the bathroom.
W: There's toast in the shower.
Me: Told you.
W: That doesn't mean anything. It just means that there's toast in my shower.
Later, this evening, as W is tidying toys away.
W: There's toast in the toy box.
Me: Now do you see a pattern?
W: Hmm...
