Hike in the mountains.

I was making my way through the sunny prairie of giggles and laughter of our son Pascal. It was a delightful day. And suddenly, out of the sky, like a big pudgy pink claw, my hand was dragged into the foothills of drool, slime and gums. "This is a nice warm place." I thought to myself. When a sharp protrusion of Mount Everest jutted across my finger. Sharp, and intruding, this giant obelisk has begun to make a home in Pascal's mouth. We are happy to say that the growth was painless so far.
Next... Corn on the cob.