Tonight we had a big ole time. We headed out to Chick Filet for dinner and playtime, and then we went to see a very dramatic volleyball game, coached by our own Moriah Moore. It was intense. Ray and I are trying to watch, trying to root for the red and black, while our boys squirm and wiggle all over the place.
Now I'm not exactly sure in my recollection how I realized there was something in Danny's mouth, but I kept watching and . . . yeah, there was something in there. So I ask him, "Danny, can you open your mouth, please?"
Ahhh . . . the moment of truth comes in his hesitancy.
He thinks for a minute and grins with his mouth firmly closed.
"Danny, can you open your mouth, please?"
Hmmmmm . . . he thinks to himself. Is it worth it? Punishment for this thing in my mouth?
"One. . ."
He ponders some more. . . Which consequence is worse -- mom's or losing this thing in my mouth??
"Two . . "
Hmmmm . . . we're in the middle of a public volleyball game, what can mommy really do to me?
"Three."
He had an immediate consequence, and then I ended up prying open his mouth to find a clear- colored rock of sugar.
WHAT WAS THIS???? Skittle?? no. Mentos?? no. Runts?? no. Nerds? no.
EEEWWWW. This was unidentifiable!!!
What had it been? Had it been in someone's mouth?
How many years had it been there? (This was a high school gym mind you; I don't think they use anti-bacterial scrubbers after each game. . . )
Where did he find it?
Was it on top of a bleacher (hopefully meaning it was recent), or had it been buried in the stands for years?
EWWWWWWW!!!!, I needlessly repeat to you.
A friend of mine told me that being the parent of a toddler/preschooler was like being on suicide watch 24/7. That is completely the truth. I ended up finding a green candy of some sort clenched in his fist 30 minutes later.
Ai ai ai.
Here we go again.
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Never a dull moment, is there.
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