Post by shannjohnston on Feb 25, 2015 23:09:02 GMT -5
So DH and I are watching the PVRed Parks and Rec finale, enjoying an adult beverage after kidlets are asleep, as you do. I notice two little spots on LO's chin (she's in the bouncy chair at my feet, snoring away). The conversation follows:
Me: "What is that?"
DH: "What is what?"
"Those spots"
"What spots?"
"Those brown spots on her chin"
"Huh?"
*licks finger and smudges them, then licks finger*
"Is that chocolate?"
{Side note - I ate chocolate earlier}
"Wait, there's more on her onesie"
"What?"
"It must have rubbed off from her chin to her onesie"
"Wait, what is it?"
"I don't know!"
*starts to pick up LO*
"Oh my god, there's more!"
"More WHAT?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
(There is dried redish-brown all over the
Side of LO's head. Severe panic ensues)
"Oh my god. I think it's blood..."
(More panic)
"DID IT TASTE LIKE BLOOD?!?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!!"
(I lift LO out of the bouncy seat. There is redish-brown on the fabric of the bouncy seat)
"OH MY GOD! IS SHE BLEEDING?!?"
{side note - she had a bath earlier; I scrubbed somewhat vigorously behind her ears - bleeding head wound from bath time seems like a logical supposition at this point}
*licks finger again, smudges stain, tastes finger again*
"It IS chocolate you nutter. You dropped chocolate on your kid and it melted on her head"
"...(heart attack subsiding)...oh my GOD! ... OK. ... Well, she needs a new onesie, and this seat cover needs to be washed..."
Me: "What is that?"
DH: "What is what?"
"Those spots"
"What spots?"
"Those brown spots on her chin"
"Huh?"
*licks finger and smudges them, then licks finger*
"Is that chocolate?"
{Side note - I ate chocolate earlier}
"Wait, there's more on her onesie"
"What?"
"It must have rubbed off from her chin to her onesie"
"Wait, what is it?"
"I don't know!"
*starts to pick up LO*
"Oh my god, there's more!"
"More WHAT?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
(There is dried redish-brown all over the
Side of LO's head. Severe panic ensues)
"Oh my god. I think it's blood..."
(More panic)
"DID IT TASTE LIKE BLOOD?!?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!!"
(I lift LO out of the bouncy seat. There is redish-brown on the fabric of the bouncy seat)
"OH MY GOD! IS SHE BLEEDING?!?"
{side note - she had a bath earlier; I scrubbed somewhat vigorously behind her ears - bleeding head wound from bath time seems like a logical supposition at this point}
*licks finger again, smudges stain, tastes finger again*
"It IS chocolate you nutter. You dropped chocolate on your kid and it melted on her head"
"...(heart attack subsiding)...oh my GOD! ... OK. ... Well, she needs a new onesie, and this seat cover needs to be washed..."
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Drippy things are hard...
