Little Boys

Little boys will be boys.

Speaking about little boys mine got into trouble twice in a twenty four hour period.

On Friday night I had to bring my son into the emergancy. Why you ask, well because my son came to me with a qtip and asked me if he could put it in his nose. When I told him no I thought of asking him if he did that already. He told me no with a smile. When I asked him again he said yes. When I asked him to come to me I looked in his nose and I saw a white cottoning thing in his nose.

But lets go back a few hours earlier. Kat was playing as he does by himself and I hear some noises. When I came to inspect the noise I saw from my living room to down the hall to the bathroom the the toom across from the bathroom his toy room on the floor layed qtips.

After grabing all the qtips I burned them all. Now lets go back to me finding a qtip in his nose, i call our er told them I was coming in with my son and why. I get the the er and my son his having a time of his life. He bounced on the er bed and pointed to everything asking me what it was for. The doctor did take it out with tweeser and he was fine.

I was told by the nurses that they would be seeing lots of us and to get use to coming into the er.

Than not even 20 hours later our son goes back and forth from the bathroom doing something (acroding to daddy) and when he checked on him he found him in the bathroom. Well once daddy kicked him out of the bathroom I was done making breakfast, i called my boys to come to eat. It was waffles.

One thing about my son is that he loves waffles. He can eat a lot of waffles, almost as much as a lumber jack when it comes to waffles. So when he came to eat, he was very quite, not eating, picking at his food, complaining about a pain in his check land looked pail. He got up to walk around and fell to the floor and lyed on the floor saying he wanted to sleep. Once breakfast was done he went to the chair in the living room and watched cartoons as I went to use the potty.

When I got to the potty I notice the floor was went, so I looked behind the door and found daddys listerine opened (daddy didnt close the bottle tight enough for the childproof lid to lock) and the cap full and some on the floor. After I picked it up and cleaned up the mess and sat on the potty and thought of the mess and how my son was doing it CLICKED in my head. My SON drank some listerine and was drunk for a short time.

Let the good times roll. I wonder what is next with our son.

Lets just say that the bathroom has a baby gate on the door and my son has lost the right to go to the bathroom on his own and has to now ask for help to get over the gate when he has to go and use it.