Last night at dinner Gracie was serving herself some pepper when she somehow managed to totally unscrew the pepper mill!! Little peppercorns went bouncing everywhere in the kitchen. We did our best to pick them up, but of course we didn't get them all. Twice today Ian has started fussing with a pained look on his face and sure enough he has discovered and chewed a peppercorn and found it to be unpleasant. I just lifted him up to hug him and sniffed his breath, (something I didn't realize I do automatically!) and his sweet little baby breath reeks of pepper. I hope he gets to smelling like himself soon, I miss the warm pure baby breath!