originally posted 04 NOV 2014
&Terriberri12 shared a story of when she had a new little girl in the family and that just brought to mind a story of ours.
Our son was probably a year and a half or so. It was a quiet evening.
I remember both my husband and I were relaxing on the couch. I was
reading the paper (antiquated notion, I know, but this was about fifteen
years ago and I was a big NYT's crossword fan) and he was reading a
magazine.
Our son was happily playing on the floor with some toys. Suddenly the
silence was broken with a really loud, very audible,
kid-is-filling-the-diaper-with-poop-right-now sort of noise.
My husband and I looked at each other and said simultaneously, "Your turn." Long story short, he refused to change it.
Oh boy, and a diaper it was. It was a blowout. In the midst of
changing him, I found something a little odd and just a bit different
about this diaper. There was a large screw nut in the diaper. It was
clear my son had swallowed it at some point and that was the cause for
the mess I was cleaning.
Called my husband over. Very sheepishly, he admitted that earlier in
the week, while he was working in the garage, he had let him sort some
nuts and bolts. Our son was a big sorter from a very young age. He said
they were larger and he didn't think he could swallow one.
Sigh...men...when will they learn?
Anyhow, it was clear our son was sorting them this way, "One for you, one for me" <<opening mouth>>
After that, my husband was a lot more careful (and under a lot more supervision when he had our son).
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