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Don't tell the social worker who's due to come next weekend for our 2 month post-placement visit. She doesn't need to know that I let William eat a stinkbug.

Well, actually, I didn't let him. He was amusing himself so nicely in a corner of the playroom while I helped Andrew assemble his pirate ship. When I turned around to look at William, he was smiling at me, mouth open. I saw the flash of something brown inside his mouth. It looked vaguely like a stinkbug, the sort of which we get inside of our house this time of year. But no, it couldn't be. Not in his mouth.

Eh, heh, heh... upon closer inspection, indeed it was. Thankfully, William hadn't crunched down on it yet, so I was able to sweep it out of his mouth quickly. Apparently, he must have put his developing pincer grasp to good use, finding the dead bug on the floor and maneuvering it into his mouth.

Just in case you're wondering, my award for most oblivious parent arrived in the mail yesterday.