Before I forget these silly things #1 does, I have to write them down. Of course if the internet ever implodes they'll be lost, but my journal could just as easily get sucked up by a tornado.
Some months ago, probably at the height of winter and chapstick, #1 was quite taken by the chapstick phenomenon. Which lead to my discovery of how to a 2 yr old a glue stick and a thing of chapstick look a lot a like. He came out of our bedroom, why I had a glue stick in there who the heck knows, smiling saying something about his lips while holding the glue stick. Yep, he had used the glue stick as chapstick. Thankfully, 2 yr olds have no aim and therefore he missed his mouth entirely but I did have to wash the glue off the rest of his face.
Shortly after that episode, #1 got into my nightstand drawer where I had a bottle of clear nail polish. Did you know you can Skype poison control? Yep, you can and you wind up talking to a very nice man, in this case, in California. He smelled, no reeked of nail polish. We thought he had consumed some and being in a foreign country I had no way of explaining this problem to the German poison control if there even is such an invention here. The very nice man on the other end said he probably didn't consume much if any and to just give him milk and he'd be fine. He then proceeded to ask for our zip code which I told him we were in Germany. I wonder if he's ever had an overseas call before. hehe. He had something to talk about with his wife that evening I hope! DH tried some and said he didn't think #1 got past a taste because it was quite vile.
Tonight, many months after these episodes, we have another notable experience. #1 was emptying the salt and pepper shakers at the table at dinner tonight. Since he had been such a bear all afternoon, I let him do what he wish since we have to empty them before the end of the year anyhow. He of course got pepper all over his hands, etc. and I didn't think a second thing of it until he started crying in the kitchen. Johnny, one of the seniors, said "I think he's got pink eye!" I immediately knew that no, he didn't have pink eye, he had rubbed his eyes with his pepper covered hands. So we spent a few minutes washing our hands and me holding a wet paper towel over his eyes and him crying. He recovered to take an early bath and an early bed time. I hope that we're less cranky tomorrow.
I'm sure there is more, but that's all I got for now. Silly boy.
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Who knew you could Skype them??
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