Seriously, Son? Seriously?
My children exhibited a sophisticated palate very early on in the solid food stage. Addy loves homemade chicken alfredo with her Daddy's famous garlic bread. Preston enjoys Tilapia and fluffy rice pilaf. Impressed? Don't be. They are still kids and whenever their empty dinner plates lull me into a false sense of security, their diapers remind me of the ultimate truth.
That's right, Folks! Poopy treasures! Changing a Pamper is like opening a box of Cracker Jacks around these parts. Through this mundane practice, I have discovered that my daughter likes purple glitter and blue crayons. Admittedly, the glitter was pretty funny but the blue crayon was scary. Pretty hard not to flip your stuff when your kid is crapping teal goo. Then I remembered a blue mouth and fingers from the day before. Mystery solved.
The boy has proven to be equally adept in eating random things. Just this evening my husband had to stop him from chomping into the wall. It doesn't matter if it's up high, down low, on you, or you for that matter. He will eat it --- as evidenced by yesterday's diaper. Bits of pieces... wait. Are those scraps? Scraps of paper? With print? Turns out he ate a Thomas the Tank Engine book and some of it survived the journey.
How do they do this? And why? I mean WHO does this? In all honesty, I did. I singlehandedly chewed a baby crib to pieces, so they get it honest. But I sure hope they outgrow this phase soon. It's starting to weird me out.