So I left a squeegee in the living room the other day and among the 100 other things in the room to play with, my son Trevor wanted something new. And as all babies do, he had to taste it. Kelly may have punched me for that one. Not because Trevor got a hold of the squeegee and tried to eat it, but because I pulled out my phone to take a picture instead of taking it from him. Whoops. But the picture was so worth it.