Yesterday Liam grabbed a graham cracker off the table during snack time. Mind you, he didn't want to eat said cracker. He just wanted to hold it and look at it. And he held and admired that graham cracker for a very long time. Everything the graham cracker did delighted him. He waved it through the air and laughed. A little chunk broke off in his chubby fist, fell down, and hit him in the eye; he squealed in delight. He held the graham cracker close to his face, he held it far away. He turned it this way and that.
I was putting Soren to bed when Daddy finally took the graham cracker away from him. I heard the screaming and thought that maybe Liam had been dropped and cracked his head open. Then I realized that his heart had been opened by a cracker, then dropped.
I shouldn't be allowed to blog after 10 pm.