The other day a friend and her twin 18-month-old boy and girl are over at the house to hang out and play with Jackson, my 18mo. We're all just kind of stomping around the back patio and I'm feeding Jackson some bits of Monterey Jack cheese when my son lovingly stumbles toward me, crashes into me with a big hug, then proceeds to lower his head into my hand and spit out the wad of cheese he had been holding in his mouth for the past five minutes. Not wanting to reveal my more savage nature and just toss it out in the yard - as I would have had I been alone with the boy - I instictively and all too swiftly pop it into my own mouth. Note to self: Pre-chewed cheese is not the delicacy it might at first seem; next time, just toss it.
Now as I survey the short three years I've been a father, I realize I've put quite a number of obscenely distasteful half-eaten foodstuffs into my mouth - something I never could have imagined in my kidless years.