The other day, I heard the fridge door open and shut. As Isaiah loves stashing his sippy cup in there, it really didn't phase me. It wasn't until Abbie yelled "Oh no!" that I broke into a sprint. As I turned the corner, I saw... Isaiah stooped on the floor beside a broken egg, using both hands to shovel in as much ooey-gooey raw egg into his mouth before I could conviscate it.
Yum.
I dumped some salt over it (a trick that I didn't learn until my 482nd broken egg) and turned around to grab some paper towels. When I turned back, there was Isaiah, now attempting to shlurp down the salty congealed goo.
*twitch*
If there are any mommas of sensory-seeking children out there with gross stories to tell, please feel free to share them in comments. Maybe it'll make me feel better that my kid puts so many yucky things into his mouth. XD
