In the last twenty-four hours, Sam has come way too close to FBA. That’s Foreign Body Aspiration. Last evening, he tried to eat a used Band-aid (his own) and this evening it was a rubber band. The office kind, not the hair kind. And I have absolutely no idea where it came from. Both times it was under the radar of parental supervision. He is quick. Tooooo quick.
I think we need to get rid of everything in the house. Or get him a muzzle. That’d certainly be easier.