Sheeesh, I'd almost been swayed to letting the kids get a kitty recently (as long as it could be an outside cat, because I'm tired of dealing with other creatures bodily wastes), but after reading about the damned attack cats with a taste for Buffista? I'm thinking guppy.

The foot was MUCH less swollen yesterday-- almost normal. Today, I think because I have been upright all day and walking about, it is swollen, but not to anywhere near the size it was, say Tuesday night into Wednesday. At that point, I seriously thought my foot would burst

Oh, Sophia. Please don't be afraid to contact the doctor if you're not getting and staying better enough, fast enough.

I think I confused my cats by coming home this morning to change my clothes.

Walk o'shame, sumi?

So, I found this thing on my desk... it's white and square... I don't think it looks like a tooth... can you ask Christopher if I should swallow it?

He's at school now. I'm quite certain he's memorized the party line and would say, "No! You don't eat anything that isn't food, and you don't eat found food. You only eat food that mommy, daddy, or a trusted grown up gives you. Even at school, if you see a cookie or an M&M lying around, you can't just eat it, and NEVER EVER eat ANYTHING you find in the BATHROOM."

Please do not test his internalization of the party line, by leaving chocolate in the rest room.

I loved and was horrified by your story in equal measure. However, I have to leap to Christopher's defense. This incident is no reflection on Christopher's smarts. I maintain is quite possible for a six-year-old of an, um, inquiring disposition to pop something in their mouth that they later realize is wrong. Like maybe when they are being taken to the hospital.

Signed
At a Book of Matches at Age Six

Robin you evil, evil, evil child. I agree with your defense. He is exceedingly curious, and couldn't resist the impulse.

I was five when I put my hand in the blender, just because my mother told me not to and then put my sister in charge of making sure I didn't when she left the room.

Yeeeee. Did you get hurt, Perkins?

And I do. I can barely recall the child who I buddies with at that preschool, but I remember Garrett-with-the-beans-up-his-nose. He got a lot of them up there. It required a trip to the ER where the staff was just amazed at the number of beans in his nose.

A LiveJournal friend said that when she was a toddler, she stuffed a whole box of raisins up her nose. Her mother gave her the raisins to keep her quiet while they were shopping, looked down at her at some point, and couldn't figure out why her nose was so...LUMPY...then saw that all the raisins were gone.

but my poor aunt ended up retrieving the coin when it eventually worked its way out of my system--yes, in the very yucky way that I won't detail here).

The coin would have had to have been worth thousands of dollars for me to consider that.

I swallowed a quarter on two different occasions. Yes, you read that right, putting a quarter in my mouth and accidentally swallowing it the first time wasn't enough to learn me not to put quarters in my mouth, I did it again a few years later.

Oh Sean, you are Julia, or Julia is you. Nearly. She didn't actually swallow a quarter either time, but she's choked on them, twice.

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I'd be interested to know what bob bob thinks of Sophie's World.

That was one of my favorite books as a middle and high school students. Allyson, I'd definitely reccomend it as a way to get back into philosophy. It's facinating and deep and really intelligent.

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My boss just told me that at two her mother stuffed peas up her nose.

At the hospital they broke her nose to get them out. Since it was war-time Germany there was no one there to set her nose and she still has a bump from it.

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We also had an M&M-up-the-nose incident. Not me, actually, I think it was the same sister. Anyway, M&Ms melt, so all was well.

Poor Cindy. What a nightmare.

This sounds a lot like potty training a toddler.

ha! In general, I'd say that toddlers tend to bite less and cry more over the potty training. Plus cat pee is a lot more stinky.

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My sister has a neighbor who was passing her toddler son M&Ms in the car to keep him quiet, and when they finally arrived at their destination discovered all or most of them had been stuffed up his nose. I can't remember what the ER estimated as the number of M&Ms, but I do remember that while they do not melt in your hand, they do, apparently, melt in your nose.

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My boss just told me that at two her mother stuffed peas up her nose.

Was this punishment? A fashion statement?

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Up her own nose. Oops!

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Anyway, M&Ms melt, so all was well.

Hee! Hee to Sparky's story, too. Who knew?

Poor Cindy. What a nightmare.

Oh, it could have been so much worse, I'm fine. I felt the most bizarre mix of panic, calm, and the desire to laugh and cry at the same time.

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lawn jarts

Love this game! (Not the throwing them at people part...)

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oh dear, I'm laughing from all the stories of the things we got up to as children. My escapades:

At about two, I got in the habit of going around the house sticking bobby pins in the outlets. Until I got a shock that knocked me flat.

When very young, under four, I used to throw screaming temper tantrums, throwing myself onto the floor, screaming, kicking, beating my head against the floor. Until the day I missed the rug and got the concrete floor.

At about four I decided to stuff tissues up my nose and my mother had to get the tweezers and extract it. Unfortunately, I picked the night my parents were having a party.

At some point my mother left me alone in the car when she ran in somewhere for - literally - just a minute. When she came back I'd managed to release the parking brake and the car was rolling down the hill.

And one day we were driving along (this was back before seatbelts were unheard of and children's car seats not even dreamed of) and I managed to open the door. I was dragged for several feet - clinging to the door handle - before my mother got the car stopped.

And yet I lived! Neither accidents nor my mother killed me!

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