Nothing is more terrifying then seeing your jubilantly smiling baby, crawling into your lap while covered in brown drool and with brown dripping down their chest. I panicked thinking that she had magically gotten hold of chocolate somehow (she didn’t) and then looked around to see what she had gotten into because the goo had no smell whatsoever. I checked her mouth and presto..the slobbery random crayon. Sigh…when I had done a sweep of my toddler’s room, I had found a lone nubbin of a brown crayon and I had put it on her drawing table. Behold… my 95th percentile for height, 9 month old who now has the reach that my oldest did when she was closer to a year and a half.