Typically, Cheerios end up in his mouth, on the floor, or in the crevices of the highchair. But I discovered a stray a few weeks back when I unbuttoned Nate's pants to change his diaper. The diaper-changing process has become very mechanical so this random Cheerio caught me off guard. "Grab the camera," I yelled to Lee. And here we are -- yet another pic that will haunt Nathan the teenager in 15 years.
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