Last night I made a batch of laundry detergent. I had a mixture of washing soda and borax in a bowl on the counter along with pots of hot water on the stove and various other ingredients sitting around. To the untrained eye I'm sure it looked like I was cooking something great. In the 47 seconds it took me to run downstairs and grab a bucket to pour everything into, Logan happened by and thought he'd taste the powdery substance in the bowl.
I came back up and Logan innocently asked "What's in that bowl?"
"Borax and washing soda." I said. Then thought *oh crap!*
"YOU DIDN'T EAT IT, DID YOU?!"
"I just tasted it", he says. "I thought it was sugar."
I had him show me exactly how much. *Phew* Not enough to hurt anything. Barely enough to call a dusting touched to his lips.
So, to teach him a lesson I made him drink a huge glass of water followed by a huge glass of milk - to dilute the poison. Of course I told him it wasn't going to kill him, but we had to take this precaution...
When he looked ready to hurl I let him stop drinking and explained there are reasons I tell him not to taste whatever is on the counter. It's not just to be mean. Logan laughed and said I don't have to worry about that anymore. Not out of him anyway.
April 30, 2009
April 2, 2009
Focused on the Food
With a most dreadful look on his face, Logan told me he was sent to the principal’s office. My reaction, of course was “WHAT?! WHY?!” Logan never gets into trouble.
He began to tell me a story which made me laugh.
In line for lunch someone (we’ll call him kid #1) apparently said something I don’t care to repeat to another kid (we’ll call him kid #2). Both are friends of Logan’s. Logan was standing next to kid #1 and wasn’t paying any attention until kid #1 screamed the unspeakable something for the entire lunchroom to hear. There was some commotion and kids #1 and #2 were taken to the office.
Some time later Logan was called to the Principal’s office as a witness. Mr. Frank asked Logan what went down in the lunch line. Logan said as he slapped his belly, “Mr. Frank, I was hungry. I just wanted to feed my gut. I was so focused on the food I don’t know who said what.”
Mr. Frank chuckled and told Logan to return to his class.
Anyone who knows my son knows he wasn’t exaggerating. The boy loves his food. This time his love of food kept him from having to rat out a friend – even if it was deserved.
He began to tell me a story which made me laugh.
In line for lunch someone (we’ll call him kid #1) apparently said something I don’t care to repeat to another kid (we’ll call him kid #2). Both are friends of Logan’s. Logan was standing next to kid #1 and wasn’t paying any attention until kid #1 screamed the unspeakable something for the entire lunchroom to hear. There was some commotion and kids #1 and #2 were taken to the office.
Some time later Logan was called to the Principal’s office as a witness. Mr. Frank asked Logan what went down in the lunch line. Logan said as he slapped his belly, “Mr. Frank, I was hungry. I just wanted to feed my gut. I was so focused on the food I don’t know who said what.”
Mr. Frank chuckled and told Logan to return to his class.
Anyone who knows my son knows he wasn’t exaggerating. The boy loves his food. This time his love of food kept him from having to rat out a friend – even if it was deserved.
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