Rock Eater

This afternoon Max got a rock stuck in his mouth. I wish so bad that I had a video camera to record it, but Justin and I, our neighbors and the landscape boy sure had a good laugh. It was so big, he couldn't close his mouth or move it at all. I had to twist and turn and finagle it to get it out. I have hopes that it will scare him away from future rock eating ventures, but I am doubtful. Geoff seems to think that he is now more ambitious to conquer bigger and rougher rocks. This is much more likely.

It just dawned on me that I may have inspired this incident. Each night before Max goes to sleep, I sing The Big Mouth Frog to him. Hmm. Maybe I will start singing about the Small Mouth Frog.