Blades of grass

After only a week of sitting up, my six month old baby is exploring the wonders of the world.
I spread out his reviving blanket under the shade of a maple near the park. Rummaging around in the stroller I found Samuel some toys and plunked the toys and Samuel on the blanket.
And then he saw it. Grass.
He reached out and felt the tickley blades of grass with his plump fingers. Then jerked upright pumping his little arms in excitement.
Oh just a little bit more. Blast, that blanket again.
With a fist full of tasty tickley things in mind he took the lunge.
Then all at once it was too much grass. A face full too much.
I picked up my wailing little adventurer and saved him from that mean grass.