The other night, Connor fell and bumped his head.  In point of fact, this has happened more or less every day since he started crawling and pulling up on things.  He’ll fall, there’ll be a moderate thud, a second or two of silence, then a loud wail as the shock fades.  Then one of us will snatch him up and hug him and his cries will quickly turn to moans, as if he’s only still crying because he’s been crying, but he can’t quite remember why.

So anyway, the other night, he took a particularly nasty fall and got a small bump on his head.  I was making Cookies & Creme frozen yogurt with our new ice cream maker (verdict: homemade frozen yogurt tastes too much like yogurt), so I did what my mom would’ve done and stuck an Oreo in his mouth.

Now Connor’s kind of weird with finger food.  He’s one of the few kids I’ve ever seen who doesn’t stick everything in his mouth.  He doesn’t put much of anything in his mouth, including Cheerios and baby wafer stars.  If you stick something in his mouth, he’ll eat it, but he won’t feed himself yet.

But when I handed him the Oreo… well, see for yourself:

(The drone in the background is the ice cream maker; the music you may hear in the background is Vegetable Town from Snack Time).