Do the orange ones really taste like orange?
It's in the genes. Yesterday, at brunch with my parents, I found myself fishing orange crayon out of Ben's mouth. Andrew has told me that one of his earliest memories is sitting in the driveway in California, eating crayons. Of course, it seems that the other culprit here might be new teeth coming in, as Ben has been lighting up when we hand him one of those refrigerated teether things.
