Total Randomness provided by Wyatt

Today as Wyatt and I were driving to Roosevelt we of course were jamming to Mama Mia (is there any other music to listen to? I think not) and checking out the cool sights along the way. As Roosevelt came into view Wyatt yells from the back seat "My toe!". He's been having quite the time this month with scrapes and bruises so I figured he'd somehow managed to scrape or cut his toe or foot so I flip the mirror down and look into the back seat. What do I see? Not a look of concern over a possible band-aid situation but rather my son sitting in his seat Buddha style with the big toe of his right foot in his mouth. He has graduated from picking the toe lint out from between his toes to sucking the sweat and dirt off of them. YUCK - he's such a boy!