Thursday, June 10, 2010

My Little Kitchen Snitch

I swear things like this only happen when I am in the bathroom. It really doesn't take me long to pee but then again it only takes a second or two for things like this to happen.

Here is what happened:
Earlier in the week we were making brownies with white frosting. I allow the boys to lick the spoon/bowl, if they help make the goodies. Everyone but Caleb is satisfied by their frosting supply on their spoon. He complains. Normal event at our house, I think nothing of it go on about business.

Fast forward 1 day. I am baking banana bread. For the first time I try Crisco shortening instead of butter. (It is white and has a picture of cherry pie on the container) You know where this is going don't you.

I put the banana bread in the oven and go to wash up and use the bathroom.

I hear spitting noises and running of feet.
Then David yelling "Mom, Mom, Caleb ate the bleach!"(earlier in the day the boys were cleaning the bathroom with me - with bleach - at which time I gave them a lecture about cleaning stuff being poison and not something to goof off with, etc. etc.)

My thoughts are somewhere between:
Oh my! What the ----? Can a guy go pee alone? and Why me?

I run out to discover some white chunky stuff on the floor, Caleb with his mouth open spitting out more of it. David freakin' out and Nathan standing over - stunned - at this spectacle. In a split second I am certain this isn't bleach. The container is way out of reach, it isn't white and it isn't chunky.

Ok, I calm down some, and ask my spitting son. "What is that?"
Caleb points to the Crisco shortening. "I thought it was frosting!"

I laugh out loud. Which receives 3 kids horrified looks? She is laughing when Caleb is poisoned?

I say: "Caleb it is not bleach, you are going to be ok. Try and calm down. Come in here and brush up your teeth and mouth. It isn't frosting but it isn't poison either. Lets clean you up.You are going to be ok."

After everything settled I was informed that his snitching of "frosting" was my fault. I assume this was because I didn't give him enough batter to lick on his spoon the day before. Whatever.