::and a partridge in a pear tree::

It happens once an hour at least. I glance over at Leila and she is making "mmm this is tasty" motions with her mouth. Our eyes meet. She is fully aware that, as so many times before, within a split second I will be lurching for her with diget extended and poised straight for her mouth. She acts quickly and twists her head around, away from my reach while simultaneously placing a "let's have a little game" expression on her dissapearing face. I catch her ankle, dive for her mouth and discover...

1. carpet fuzz (x100);
2. an earring back;
3. day old cheerios;
4. a nail hanging kit;
5. a piece of one of Rob's book covers;
6. and one roly poly critter.
   (not all at once)
   

Not being entirely sure what is going to come out the other end keeps life intriguing.
Some days it's, "Let's just concentrate on keeping them alive."