Friday, July 30, 2010

Why can't I feed the child?

Apparently I have no concept of how much food a growing boy needs to eat. The reason I say this is because yesterday after lunch (a healthy dose of mac n cheese...go me!), lil man had polished off his accompanying Capri Sun in one shot and I had given him a glass of water because he was still thirsty. Let me clarify, a glass of water. Say it with me, a glass of water.

So I sat yesterday where I am right now, updating the blog, when I hear a loud crack come from the other room. Not a crash or a smash- a crack. I waited a split second to see if there were any other indicating noises to follow. There was, it was..."help!"

So in the nanosecond it took me to traverse our grossly huge downstairs (did you hear the sarcasm?), I had about a million things running through my head as to what I might encounter. Nothing prepared me for this one. When I saw what the scene was, I physically had to stop to assess the situation.

I walked into the room to see Declan leaning over his water glass, which was still full of water. Over a dry table...over a dry floor. Then I saw the glass.



I asked him what happened and he said, "I bit it". Only after he said this did he spit the two remaining pieces of glass back into the cup. Amazingly, the kid didn't have a single scratch, splinter, slice or gouge. Tears, yes; blood, no.

Maybe today I'll try a three course lunch.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Or use a plastic up.