She ate a jigsaw puzzle piece. Can you spot the hole?
To be fair, she gummed it up beyond recognition, and Beef dug it out of her mouth in time. This is the second time this has happened since my husband declared himself a Master Puzzler. Today, I freaked out about it in therapy, and lo and behold… my therapist is a fellow Master Puzzler. Her smart suggestion?
Store all your pieces, even if they’re sorted, and you can put it all away if people are coming over and you want to keep your puzzling habit a secret. Just what the doctor ordered. Look how happy this lady is, confident her baby won’t eat any stray pieces: