Mason was standing at his window today, peering out at a dog (I think. It could have been a cat or a bird or a tree or the maintenance man that he was calling a dog) when I looked over and saw him chewing. When Mason's chewing something that I didn't give him to eat, it's usually a fuzz ball or a penny and I do the finger swoop, extracting the object from his mouth. This time, though, I didn't feel anything. I crossed my fingers that he didn't swallow a nickle... and then, he stuck out his tongue. That's when I saw the wing.
And legs.
And oh my gosh, is that an eyeball??
Half a chewed up fly.
Quite possibly the worst act of baby grossness yet. And Mase didn't even flinch. Joe Rogan would be proud.
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