Yechhh!
This morning
I found
MY SON
sitting on the kitchen floor
tasting a slug.
(I will pause here, while you imagine the shrieking, jumping up and down, frantic fetching of paper towels to dispose of said slug, wipe off baby's hands and face, wipe out mouth, passing of now-very-cranky-baby to sleepy-eyed Bad Cohen while I desperately wiped down the kitchen floor...)
Not only treif, but pretty disgusting.
Oh goody. Only how many more years raising a boy?
I found
MY SON
sitting on the kitchen floor
tasting a slug.
(I will pause here, while you imagine the shrieking, jumping up and down, frantic fetching of paper towels to dispose of said slug, wipe off baby's hands and face, wipe out mouth, passing of now-very-cranky-baby to sleepy-eyed Bad Cohen while I desperately wiped down the kitchen floor...)
Not only treif, but pretty disgusting.
Oh goody. Only how many more years raising a boy?
posted by Tzipporah at 4:40 PM
3 Comments:
Did he indicate that he found the taste interesting or nice?
Surely there's a learning experience here somewhere.
Other than that your floor is clean enough to eat off of.
What was Bad Cohen's reaction? Pride at the questing mind of his offspring and the intellectual curiosity evident at so young an age?
[Or perhaps envy - "why didn't I think of that?!?]
LOL - I think "interesting" is probably the most accurate. He was definietly distraught at having it taken away. Although that might just have been the shrieking mama scrubbing at his face and hands. :)
If by "clean enough to eat off of," you mean littered with cast-off Cheerios and odd bits of garlic paper in the recesses under the cabinets, then yes, it is. Sure.
Bad Cohen - I'm pretty sure the reaction was simple relief that the shrieking and crying were not, in fact, caused by some fatal or horribly disfiguring kitchen accident. But you'd have to ask him.
Try this one:
http://jacobdajew.blogspot.com/2007/07/arrrghh-look-what-she-is-holding.html
Close, but no cigar.
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