Oliver loves to suck a nice piece of toast. If he gets grizzly and all else fails to calm him I can be pretty sure that a nice piece of toast will keep him happy. I sometimes end up having to hook a large piece out of his mouth before he tries to swallow it, but most of the time he just sucks it then drops it in favour of a new piece. Or preferably my piece.
So when we went round to our local sandwich bar for breakfast this morning Hayley and I enjoyed egg and mushroom sandwiches while Oliver contented himself with a nice piece of toast.
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