At one, she was stringing words together in twos and threes.
I didn't ever have to put child locks on cupboards, or worry about her putting foreign objects into her mouth. In fact, before she could walk, she would find something on the ground, and she would crawl to me with it locked in her fist. She would give it to me and say "yucky mommy", without even the slightest temptation to ingest the curious find.
So you can imagine my surprise when I received a call from her daycare, and heard the following words from her teacher:
"Hi Mrs. B. I'm calling because there has been an incident with Emma. I think you might want to come pick her up and take her to the doctor to have it checked out."
My heart was in my throat, and my mind was drowning in imaginative renditions of worst-case-scenarios. Had she broken something? Would I make it to her in time?
"I'll be there as quickly as I can-" I managed to spew through deep gulps of panicked inhales. "-what happened?"
"Well, it was very out of character for her, but while we were on a nature walk in the forest, I guess she had found a stray bullet from a pellet gun amongst the leaves... and decided to shove it into her ear."
What. The. Eff.
A) Who does that? Randomly sticks a bullet down into their ear lobe?
B) Why after 5 years without the temptation to put foreign objects into her precious orifices, did she decide to do it NOW?
We took her to the clinic, and the doctor was able to use a small tool to remove the object from her lobe. Luckily, she hadn't done any damage to her hearing organs. She was fine. I, on the other hand, was not.
I know it's not a big deal, kids will be kids - but seriously?
I've learned my lesson - never underestimate the power of childhood curiosity (or peer pressure).
|And this? This is why I hate battery-operated cars.|