Just a good ol' boy

I don't know if it's a boy thing or a Sawyer thing, but this kid has to have something in his mouth at all times.



He prefers stick-like objects. Straws, swizzle sticks, ink pens, spoons. All those great things to impale yourself on when you fall down.



He doesn't exactly chew on them, like he did when he was teething. So I've given up on trying to keep him from doing it. I just try to offer him safer alternatives.



I feel certain if we ever head to a farm he'd have a piece of straw tucked between his teeth in no time. He's just a good ol' Southern boy, after all.