The Rolo Incident

So we have a bag of Rolos on the kitchen table, well back from the edge.  Nonetheless, Eddie somehow contrives to get it down while I was in the bathroom.  I come out to find the bright gold foil wrapped candy all over the floor, with Eddie romping in the middle of it.  Unsurprisingly, one is in his mouth.  So I remove it - which he surprisingly tolerates - and start picking up Rolos.  Eddie helps by grabbing another one, and puts it in his mouth.

So I remove this one, but this time I notice that there's another Rolo already in there...and another...and another.  I pull at least 8 Rolos out of his mouth - still in the foil.

Now I would have thought that his mouth could fit two Rolos max.  It is not a large mouth.  Every cubic angstrom was filled with Rolo, squashed into shape.  It's a miracle that he could still breathe.  Nonetheless, Eddie is convinced that more Rolos in his mouth are vitally necessary for survival.

After I've pulled this heap of Rolo out, Anne takes him away from the scene, as he screams bloody murder.  With drebs of chocolate and caramel all over his chin and clothes, he kicks and bawls for longer than any baby is supposed to be able to remember anything.

Our son may not have a "sweet tooth" so much as a "sweet uncontrollable self-destructive impulse."