G has been crawling out of his crib for quite some time. Tonight I was upstairs on the computer when I heard him call out, "Mom, I'm covered in...." Uh-oh. I found him sitting on the area rug in our kitchen with a raw egg shimmering in his lap, empty shell in hand. (At 10:30 pm, no less.) He was fascinated with the yolk. "Mom, it looks like yellow ice!" I said, "That's the yolk." Back in bed again, G said, "Mom, I thought it was a egg, but it was a yellow yoga."
...And then just for good measure he added, "I smell some noodles."
