You'll Poke Your Eye Out!

So, Nana came up for a great visit last weekend. We were thrilled to have her here from Saturday through Tuesday evening. James showed her all of the tricks he's perfected since she was last here in late June: rolling, eating, splashing in the pool....

He also showed her his prized possession: Spoony.

(Daddy named it.) Now, Spoony is just a wooden spoon from the kitchen. In fact, Spoony is more than one particular wooden spoon (we have lots; I think you cannot have too many)-- just whichever one is handiest.

Well, Nana was sure that James was going to impale himself with the non-spoon end of Spoony. Hmm... hadn't really thought of that. I insisted James would be fine and continued to let him play with his beloved wooden spoon. He flings it. He wields it like a wand. He bangs the trashcan with it. He rubs it on the floor. He loves that wooden spoon.

After Nana left, her words stayed with me. What if she's right? What if James gave himself an internal organ injury or poked out an eye with Spoony? I could never forgive myself.

So now there is no Spoony in James's toy basket as there once was. Spoony still shows up at meals sometimes, especially if Daddy is feeding James (he likes to rub James's head with Spoony or perform a "Spoony puppet show" on the side of the high chair tray to get him to open his mouth).