Lesson learned, Linda.
LJB was fussing at grocery store, so the checkout dude gave him some stickers to occupy his attention while I fumbled with the credit card signy-thing. Out in the parking lot, as I was putting him in the carseat, I gave him a big talk about how we do NOT eat stickers. You may HOLD the stickers, Levi, but do not EAT them. Not in your mouth, Levi, blah blah, etc.
I looked into those big blue eyes staring up at me and became 100% certain that my brilliant child understood me and would listen. No stickers getting eaten today, no way. To be safe, I talked to him all the way home, hoping to keep him engaged enough to prevent him from getting bored to the point of becoming inclined to, say, eat a sticker. He babbled all the way home; no problem.
Fast forward 15 minutes to when I go to take him out of his seat.
No trace of stickers. None... except for one tiny wet glob of something papery (and perhaps, formerly "stickery") on his chin. Oh well.... Fiber, right?
