Ok, the short story below is truly gross and if nose picking and eatting is the grossest thing you can imagine (Erin, this means you :)) you had better not read below but it is so gross it seems worth mentioning and a good reminder that what ever comes next just couldn't be that bad.
So last night I see Padon heading toward our computer which sits in a alcove and I called him away thinking, oooo I need to put the chair back to block the opening so he can't go back there and play. As he crawled away from the computer, under the dining room table, I rounded the table toward the chairs to see that the cat had coughed up a juicey hairball right in the opening to the alcove and there was a lovely smear through it. I jerked around calling Padon and walked real fast up to him and picked him up looking at his knees and stomach - ummmm no hairball residue. I turned over his hands and "UH!" it was on his hands which reflexively made me look at his face which had a nice smear of hairball juice across his mouth and cheeks! Trying not to scream in revultion and suprised at my body's ignorance in not gagging to death I rushed him down to his bathroom where I stripped him down and washed him up to his elbows and from crown to shoulders with as much soap as I could contain on his washcloth. The whole time he was totally oblivious, licking the soap off the washcloth, and was happily kissing himself in the bathroom mirror. I got him changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, which made me feel he was a little more sterile, and plopped him down in front of his Fisher Price movie so I could clean up the cat hair ball vomit without interruption.
Yeah.......try to beat that one...
4 comments:
That is worse than Liz and Caleb realizing Jubilee had eaten poop (and couldn't figure out where she found it).
I have A LOT of gross stories from daycare days and personal experience. Your story tops them all. Made me visibly gag, and my eyes tear up.
It is such a gross story I don't think I can even repeat it to other people, although I will be directing everyone I know to your blog.
Lets never refer to this again.
LOL! I can't even gag because I don't think my brain will let me comprehend what happened. It didn't see it happen....so if a tree falls in the woods, all alone, did it make a sound?
So wayne let greg play in the back yard after a quick scan for dog poop only to come back outside to discover that greg had found a hidden poop and was playing with it in his sand strainer. I don't believe it made it into his mouth yet. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
How did Eliot not end up being on my top two grossest things kids have eaten list? Astonishing!
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