So the other night at the Union Oyster House Isabella grabbed ahold of a paper placemat and got it to her mouth before I realized it. When I put it back on the table and smoothed it out, I noticed there was a bite-sized chunk gone. Oh well, too late to worry about it.
This morning I found the chunk.
Changing a poopy diaper, I noticed a rectangular bit in the mess. That’s odd I thought. And (yes, yuck!) looked a little closer. It was a wad of paper. I guess she’s ready for solid food.
