Sneakery

Oliver found a wood chip on the ground.  I had plates in my hand, so I told him not to put it in his mouth and quickly found a place to set down my load.  I heard the pacifier fall to the ground and returned to find the wood making a slow ascent to Oliver's mouth.  As soon as Oliver saw me and heard me tell him to stop, he quickly turned his back to me and shoved the wood in his mouth.  He didn't put up the usual fight when I took the chip out.  We are both learning to choose our battles. Or maybe wood isn't as tasty as cat food.