Thursday, October 25, 2012

Wash hands!

A friend reminded me of a story I forgot to blog about, so here goes...

I woke up early to get a try to catch up with some paper grading. Auden woke up as well, foiling my plans. But I decided that instead of keeping an eye on him, I'd let him play quietly and happily with his puzzles in the kitchen floor while I graded some papers in the living room. I'd check on him in a few. Well, you can probably guess how that went.

I had made it through one paper before I heard what sounded like water being splashed around on the kitchen floor. What the?! I know he couldn't have gotten to the water, so what was going on. In I walked, only to find Auden in a huge pool of canola oil, splashing and rubbing his hands together, a big smile on his face. "Wash hands, momma! Wash hands!" Yeah, that was a brand new bottle of canola oil all over the floor, all over my son. I picked him up, stripped his jammies off, cleaned him up, and then mopped up the floor. Still, I don't think the grout between our tile will ever be the same. I think I've learned my lesson...

1 comment:

Jackie said...

Poor Carly! Been there! :) You guys don't have any baby oil do you? I guess that can be really bad if it is ever ingested because there is a risk of aspiration. Found out about that not too long ago. Doesn't seem like something you would have around anyway. Just thought I would mention it.