The prompt I chose this week?
What did they get into now? Describe a time your toddler got into something they shouldn't have. Click here to play along!
Why I Can Prove that Sleep is Over-ratedThis story happened when The Boy was still a preschooler...and he still napped. I had a migraine that day, and was grateful to be able to nap on the couch while he was napping in his bed. I'm sure I had lovely rainbow and unicorn-filled dreams.
I bet I was also dreaming about loaded baked potatoes and wheat toast.
Why baked potatoes and toast, you ask?? Come on, admit it - you DID just ask.
Well, this one time I was sleeping, I awoke to the smell of butter. Butter? Yes, I was convinced of it. I smelled butter.
Well, not exactly butter...in truth, it was that famous and tasty 51% vegetable oil spread, Country Crock. Curious, that.
I opened my eyes and sat up. My arm looked positively shiny. And it also smelled of fake butter.
I looked across the room and saw The Boy.
Rolling on the carpeted floor.
And on the carpet?
A huge oil slick consisting of Country Crock. The Boy looked so happy - and fairly jaundiced. His skin had a shiny, yellow tint. He positively glowed.
During my nap, he also slathered the stuff in my hair - I must say, my hair had a sheen like never before...nor since.
It took FIVE baths to get The Boy de-greased. And the oil slick left in the bathtub was quite a chore to get rid of, too.
I never fully removed the oil stain from the carpet (say goodbye, security deposit).
I haven't slept soundly since that fated day...
unless you count the time that a certain six-year old Boy ordered Christmas presents from an 800 number...with my credit card. I wrote about THAT story here.