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.
Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sparky1 - Jun 02, 2006 9:02:34 am PDT #249 of 10002
Librarian Warlord
Frankenbuddha - Jun 02, 2006 9:03:52 am PDT #250 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
My boss just told me that at two her mother stuffed peas up her nose.
Was this punishment? A fashion statement?
Trudy Booth - Jun 02, 2006 9:04:30 am PDT #251 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Up her own nose. Oops!
Topic!Cindy - Jun 02, 2006 9:05:31 am PDT #252 of 10002
What is even happening?
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.
Ailleann - Jun 02, 2006 9:06:22 am PDT #253 of 10002
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
lawn jarts
Love this game! (Not the throwing them at people part...)
Toddson - Jun 02, 2006 9:07:23 am PDT #254 of 10002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
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!
Aims - Jun 02, 2006 9:09:50 am PDT #255 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
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.
makes notes
Steph L. - Jun 02, 2006 9:11:04 am PDT #256 of 10002
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
lawn jarts
Love this game! (Not the throwing them at people part...)
This is an actual song, you know. By Ed's Redeeming Qualities:
"She was pegged in the head with a lawn dart (lawn dart!) / Her dad didn't see her, that's the worst part...."
Aims - Jun 02, 2006 9:12:38 am PDT #257 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
NUMFAR! DO THE DANCE OF NO MANAGERS COMING IN TODAY!
Topic!Cindy - Jun 02, 2006 9:13:04 am PDT #258 of 10002
What is even happening?
Oh, Toddson. You were a horror! Surely, your own poor mother paid enough for the rest of us.
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.
You know...there have been things I've stopped my kids from doing, because they're dangerous, and I've always said to Scott, if only I could know for certain that they'd just a little hurt--nothing serious, just enough to learn THAT'S BAD, I'd probably let them learn a lot more from the school of hard knocks.