William has a new habit that he's never had before. He is putting things in his mouth. Anything that will fit. I have to watch him closely.
Today I turned to him (we were in the same room, for heaven's sake!) and saw right away that he had something in his mouth, and found him sucking vigorously on a glass bead, another one in his hand. Horrified, I did a finger sweep, removed the item, and gave him a lecture. "No William, that does NOT go in your mouth. Only food goes in your mouth."
He listened and then he cocked his head to the side. With a endearing little smile, he said, "I love you, Memaw."