Bright Idea

After a shopping excursion on Saturday Jack was getting a little fussy on the ride home. So I reached back and handed him one of the tags from his new pajamas. He immediately quieted down and didn't make a peep the rest of the way home except to babble at his new-found toy. (He loves tags, tape, paper, etc. Maybe he'll work for the postal service when he grows up.) After the two or three minutes it took for us to get home I opened the back door to take him out of his car seat. And lo and behold, I found HALF a tag in his sweaty little hand. There were also remnants of the tag around his mouth... My fabulous idea for entertainment kind of back-fired. I guess from now on I'll have to keep a notebook handy instead of binkies.