It seems that at the end of every day I have a pocketful of pips and other small foreign objects. All of these objects have been salvaged from the mouth of Wrigglebot, the human vacuum. He will eat, or attempt to eat, anything that he can get his hands on; from carpet fluff to shoes to a newspaper.

Every time I turn around he is chewing on something. He hasn’t yet learnt to stop chewing and thus disguise his endeavours. So I see the chewing and know the fight that must ensue. I prise his mouth open and slide my fingers from one chubby check to the other, feeling for any abnormality. In response Wrigglebot wriggles and growls, he doesn’t cry because that would involve opening his mouth therefore making it easier for me. Eventually I pull out whatever he is trying to eat. I am then immediately called upon to soothe him after this intrusive procedure so I put whatever I extract in the closest safe spot which is usually my pocket and the collection begins.

And so at the end of the day I have a pocketful of small foreign objects that a nine month old thinks are quite tasty.

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