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Pick the Winner
Eric stifled a laugh, seeing his friend Tim try not to gag while interviewing a woman when he saw her two-year-old boy with his finger up his nose. At a local playground, a bloody butcher knife, minus any victim in sight, had been found by a group of moms out with their toddlers.
"That's so gross," Speed said as the two examined the knife.
Seeing a child "try to pick the winner" didn't phase Eric one bit. It certainly wasn't sanitary but it happened a thousand times a day with children that age. He was immune to it, although he made his kids did wash their hands often. But after close to five years of being a parent that was not nearly the grossest thing he had experienced. Eric shook his head and smiled.
"You never see a kid try to pick the winner before?" He said. "Every kid does it. I bet even you did."
"'Pick the winner'? That's disgusting, And I did not."
"Little Timothy Speedle never picked his nose? I doubt if I were to call your mother in Queens she would tell me the same thing. And if you want 'disgusting'," Eric said, mocking Tim's tone. "Then I ought to make you change one of Ethan's diapers."
No dirty diaper was a picnic but one from a 15-month-old was nasty, especially after mac and cheese and cookies for dessert.
Going through a complete "daddy's boy" phase right now, whenever daddy were home Ethan insisted only daddy could change his diaper, which was just fine with mommy.
True to what they thought and were told after a week after being back at daycare for part of the day for a week and being with Roberta for the rest of the time Chloe was no longer experiencing separation anxiety in the mornings. She looked forward to seeing her friends at daycare and enjoyed being with her auntie.
It may not have been appropriate and they certainly did need to talk to Chloe about the matter and tell her what she had done was wrong but they still couldn't help but smile when a teacher from daycare said that Chloe had pushed a little boy and knocked him off his chair. The carer who had seen it described how without provocation the boy had squished the play-doh animal Chloe was making with the side of his fist. The second after he had done so, Chloe had pushed him and the boy fell. Both kids had been put in time-out. Even Roberta had thought that since the boy had squished the play-doh Chloe was using he wasn't innocent, either.
Before she talked to her daughter, Calleigh had to get the thought out of her head that Chloe's behavior had been justified; a four-year-old Calleigh would have done the same; only four-year-old Calleigh would have tackled the boy after he were on the floor, Chloe hadn't. Both had to get the chuckles from their systems so Chloe would take them seriously.
"He's lucky Chloe wasn't you," Eric said with a laugh, shortly before they talked to Chloe. "You really would have let him have it!"
"No one ever ruined my play-doh and gets away with it," Calleigh grinned.