|The blanket in the background |
|Oliver took a liking to it, too.|
|So much so that he ate it. (The dollar bill is for perspective, not dessert.)|
He's eaten gigantic holes out of at least five blankets, and the fabric is nowhere to be found. Well, that's not entirely true. It's found in the backyard a day or two later. This is not a good thing. We have to watch him like a hawk for his own safety.