… When the 3 year old offers to help you with dinner don’t let him near the peppercorns … however much he smiles THAT smile.
He will ask to sniff them, you will let him, he will spill them all over the floor, the dog will want to eat them and then he will have to sweep them up.
The novelty of sweeping up 200 peppercorns will wear off in approximately 30 seconds and you will spend the following five minutes trying to sweep up the little blighters whilst swearing under your breath.
You won’t be sure if the dog did manage to eat any and whether or not you find a deposit of sick on the kitchen floor in the next 24 hours.
It’s so not worth it.
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10,0000 hama beads, thats all I’m saying. I used the dyson…
Rice Krispies!
(I only wrote that bit above, thinking it would be clear enough, and the internet objected and told me that that comment was too short. Now the internet is a literary critic as well, is it?)
Oh no. I feel your pain. Cous cous is another one…and I can still see the remnants on the floor from two days ago. I’m choosing to ignore them. But yes, as Scope saays and English Mum can testify – it could have been worse – I was convinced when you said he sniffed them that he was going to sniff one up his nose. Maybe you should be thankful for small mercies!! x
It could have been so much worse.
Well, I’m not really sure how, but isn’t that the kind of thing that people are supposed to tell you when the kids do those sort of things?
Ooh, ooh, I have a peppercorn story!
Around that age, my youngest came up to me and said ‘it’s in my ear’ rather ominously.
After 20 minutes of:
‘What is?’
‘The brown thing’
‘What brown thing?’
… type conversation, it transpired that he’d picked up a peppercorn that I’d dropped on the kitchen floor and popped it into his ear (as you do). Various attempts at home, then at the doctor’s, then at A&E just succeeded in pushing it further down and he ended up having a general anaesthetic to get the little fucker out.
He’s still called ‘pepperboy’ on occasions…