Dylan has a new appreciation for paper. Maybe it was the perfume ad he recently wormed out of some magazine and went to work on, but I think it goes back farther than that.
At first I thought it was books. Any time you try to read a book to him he'd rather rate it's slobberproofness. Perfectly normal, you must be thinking, for a kid his age to stick everything in his mouth. Sure, nothing special. Except that now he's developed a preference. A taste if you will, for paper products of just about any kind. He'll pass-up all sorts of plastics and various textiles until he finds a CD cover, a magazine, or important-looking document. He'll motor from room to room in his saucer-mobile angling for mischief of the recyclable variety. For anybody who may have sent us a gift and didn't receive a Thank-You in the mail, I'm pretty sure I found the last scrap of it stuck to Dylan's jagged little tooth just the other day.
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