And now... as the kids are napping...
Jan. 27th, 2008 02:18 pmThe syrup story
Now, you might not realize this, but some children think that everything they can reach is theirs for the grabbing.
This is why we really should not leave things like money, honey, bunnies, or syrup on counters.
A few weeks ago, I walk into the kids room, and find that the bottom of their pirate chest is wet. "Evangeline threw up!" I hear. "Yah, I f'ew up!". Okay, so I go to get a towel. Evangeline follows me, and I realize.. hey... wait a second... vomit doesn't look white and sticky around her mouth and all up and down her... huh. Taking a wild leap of faith, I took a taste.
Sweet.
Very sweet.
My first thought was the honey from breakfast, but, no, I'd conscientiously put that on the very top shelf of the pantry. What could it be?
I didn't even have to open the fridge to check. It had to be the nearly-new bottle of expensive maple syrup!
So I walked straight into their room and told Angelique to give me the syrup right now. And as she produced it from some corner or another, do you know what she said?
"How did you know, Connie?"
Oh, I laughed. Inside, I mean. Outside, I frowned and gave time-outs and sponge baths all around. But inside, I was laughing.
It later came out that she'd snuck the syrup in the few short minutes between waking up and waking her mother up. I was thrilled to find out it hadn't happened on my watch - I like to think I notice things like children sneaking to the fridge to take syrup out and create mass havoc.
Later, I may relate the oatmeal story. Have I done that yet? I don't think so, but I can't remember.
Now, you might not realize this, but some children think that everything they can reach is theirs for the grabbing.
This is why we really should not leave things like money, honey, bunnies, or syrup on counters.
A few weeks ago, I walk into the kids room, and find that the bottom of their pirate chest is wet. "Evangeline threw up!" I hear. "Yah, I f'ew up!". Okay, so I go to get a towel. Evangeline follows me, and I realize.. hey... wait a second... vomit doesn't look white and sticky around her mouth and all up and down her... huh. Taking a wild leap of faith, I took a taste.
Sweet.
Very sweet.
My first thought was the honey from breakfast, but, no, I'd conscientiously put that on the very top shelf of the pantry. What could it be?
I didn't even have to open the fridge to check. It had to be the nearly-new bottle of expensive maple syrup!
So I walked straight into their room and told Angelique to give me the syrup right now. And as she produced it from some corner or another, do you know what she said?
"How did you know, Connie?"
Oh, I laughed. Inside, I mean. Outside, I frowned and gave time-outs and sponge baths all around. But inside, I was laughing.
It later came out that she'd snuck the syrup in the few short minutes between waking up and waking her mother up. I was thrilled to find out it hadn't happened on my watch - I like to think I notice things like children sneaking to the fridge to take syrup out and create mass havoc.
Later, I may relate the oatmeal story. Have I done that yet? I don't think so, but I can't remember.
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Date: 2008-01-28 07:46 pm (UTC)perfect!! what a good story. you have more self-control than i did. that's when i burst out laughing at kira and scoop her up and knuckle her head or pretend to spank her... i just CAN'T maintain it when i'm not ACTUALLY upset.
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Date: 2008-01-29 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-28 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-01-28 07:46 pm (UTC)perfect!! what a good story. you have more self-control than i did. that's when i burst out laughing at kira and scoop her up and knuckle her head or pretend to spank her... i just CAN'T maintain it when i'm not ACTUALLY upset.
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Date: 2008-01-29 06:08 am (UTC)