I gave Egan his first teething biscuit... except it wasn't in his highchair, it was on the living room floor. I thought, "it's a cracker for him to gnaw on, no worries." Little did I know how messy those things are, and I quickly moved him to his highchair, but it was too late to save his shirt and mine.
Let me tell you. Fun was had in LARGE quantities.
... and Egan has a new favorite snack.