Baby does have quite an affinity with books. I always hoped that it meant she'd eventually become a regular library patron and devourer of books. But I didn't think she'd be devouring them literally.
It's the paper. When she hears me rustling the pages of a magazine or sees me turning them, she automatically reaches out with her sticky little hands to get a taste.
Baby will turn her nose up at a lovingly microwaved dish of steak and veges baby food, but give her a real estate agent's postcard to play with and in the ten minutes it takes to wash a few dishes at the sink, half of that postcard has disappeared down her gullet in a mash of saliva-soaked pulp.
I hope it all comes out in the poo.