The afternoon before we left for South Carolina I put Isaac down for his nap. I went into the other room when the phone rang. It was my Mom. We had a short conversation and then hung up. I still needed to take a shower for the day, so I almost went directly to the bathroom to start getting ready. I decided maybe I should just do a quick check on Isaac.
I opened the door to his room and much to my dismay Isaac wasn’t sleeping. In fact, he was doing much more. I surveyed the room quickly to realize that the basket from his changing table was now dumped out in his crib. (Mo had warned me a few days earlier that Isaac could now reach the basket. I told him that I was sure Isaac wouldn’t do anything to the basket and not to worry I would move it one day.)
There isn’t really anything in the basket that could hurt Isaac or even get him in very much trouble…so I wasn’t too concerned seeing it dumped in his crib. Until I remembered…uh, oh…and in his little hand was a permanent marker that I had tucked in the basket one day after I packed a couple of boxes that needed to be labeled for our move.
Okay, don’t panic I told myself. Until that sweet, innocent face looked up at me and ALL over his face was blue permanent marker. Now let me remind you that the next day we were going to South Carolina to see family! Now it was time to panic! I pulled that boy out of his crib with lightening speed, ripped off his clothes and threw him in the bathtub. I scrubbed his face hard with soap and water (luckily the ink was still wet) and thankfully it was all removed.
It was in this blissful moment of my son sitting in waist-deep blue water that I realized. Duh, maybe I should call poison control. Just in case. So I got on the phone and the man took all my information. Then he said, “You know what just happened?”
I was scared to even answer thinking already what a crazy Mom I am to worry about wiping the stuff off before even considering the fact that he might have ingested some of it! So I weakly responded, “No, what happened?”
And he laughed and said, “A Kodak moment. I hope you took a picture.”
Much to everyone’s dismay, I did not take a picture. I’m so sorry, but that ink was still wet and I wasn’t willing to wait to see how permanent that marker could really become.
5 comments:
One of the huge benefits of getting married and having kids later than my friends is being able to learn from others. Thanks to Isaac, I now know that permanent marker is not a major poison. I'm glad it all came off, although I'm sure family would have been amused to see it.
I changed schools between third and fourth grade, and just before my "new student interview" with my new principal, I drew a great big smiley face on my leg. Mom wasn't happy.
that is hilarious...the lightning speed of which you speak of...i recall the same speediness of my mother when i was young and she told me to put on sunblock (being the ridiculously fair-skinned girl that i am) and to her dismay i slathered on her self-toning lotion and was sporting orange streaks all over my body. She too threw me in the tub right away, but she wasn't as lucky...he he he. Ahhh the joy of parenthood ;)
Drat! I was so hoping for a picture when I read "permanent marker" :o) Don't you just love the excitement?! I can't tell you how many odd things I've scrubbed off my childrens' faces--and not all of them have made it into the photo album either :o) When I was little, I used black permanent marker as a facial mask, just like mommy put on her face at night time. I think that was right before Easter Sunday--ha! Mom did get a picture of that. I want to see a picture of Heather's story! :o)
I promise next time I will take a picture! :)
Alisa--there's a photo for you on my blog now :)
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