Isabelle: (Grabbing at my cell phone to put in her mouth)
Me: No baby, that's not very clean, here try your new teething toy (taking mobile and putting it in my pocket)
Isabelle: (Not interested in toy. Moving onto the shiny spoon on the table)
Me: No, no honey (moving spoon out of reach)
Isabelle: (Squirming like crazy and before I know it, has the fork in her hand)
Me: (Taking fork from her) No honey, here look at this other toy for you that squeaks, crinkles & honks! See look!
Isabelle: (Lunging with huge, eager eyes to the knife, totally ignoring her toy).
Meanwhile I get a call from Richard on my mobile. Talking with the phone squeezed between my shoulder and ear while trying to contain a very active, squirmy baby I say, "Okay babe, let me call you back."
Me: (Defeated, I hand Isabelle my cell phone as it seems like the lesser of all evils)
Isabelle: (Truly delighted and chewing on it with glee...and, most importantly, somewhat still - at least for approximately a minute and a half)
Oh no! I've got to get control before I start feeding her ice cream for dinner! As Aunt Kate says, "It's a slippery slope people!"