Posts Tagged ‘bed’

Kids say the darndest things…

Posted 08 Apr 2010 — by chad
Category Children, family, Personal

Tonight, my oldest son came down the stairs (after bedtime of course) and the following conversation took place:

(he’s 6 by the way)

Son: “Um…what would be the effects if someone were to swallow a quarter?  Or a token?”
Me: “Uh.  Did you swallow a quarter?”
Son: “No, I swallowed my Chuck E. Cheese Token”
Me: “…”
Son: “How do I get it out?”
Me: “It’ll come out eventually.  It will hurt too.”
Son: “Oh. ”
Me: “Why was it in your mouth?”
Son: “I don’t know.  I’m sorry!”
Me: “You’re not in trouble, I was just curious.”
Son: “Can we get it out?”
Me: “Nope.  You’ll have to do it on your own.”
Son: “OK.  I really liked that token.”

He heads on back up to bed and my wife and I shake our heads and laugh.  How?  Why?  What? Really?

My first thought was to call poison control (after all, it’s a foreign substance), but I turned to Google instead.   Kids seem to swallow all sorts of things.  Google helpfully suggested a quarter, dime, penny, nickel, coin, tooth, etc.  But I saw some that gave me pause.  Marble.  Lego. Battery?  Why would a kid have a battery in his mouth long enough for a parent to need to Google this?  I digress…

A bit of poking around Google results confirmed what I already knew.  As long as he passes it, all is fine.

About 20 minutes after the above conversation, he’s back downstairs again.  (Yes, this is a nightly ritual of playing the bed yo-yo game).  He holds up a coin and says “Wa-da!  I found it under my leg!”  Huh.  OK, good.  Go back to bed.

I don’t think it’s good that I worry this much about my 6 year old. At least he didn’t really swallow the token, he only thought he had.

Post # 41

Posted 10 Apr 2006 — by chad
Category Livejournal Import, Uncategorized

So it’s been a while since I posted. Sue me. :D

I had some strange dreams the other night. In one of them I was with my wife and we were leaving the house. Our son was in bed, in his room upstairs (the upstairs which magically appeared on our one story house, naturally) and our baby sitter from down the street was in the room next to his to make sure he stayed in bed. Meanwhile, as we were leaving, Draco Malfoy (have I been reading too much Harry Potter) showed up to move in, which of course we were fine with. We told him the baby was sleeping (back in his crib, on the first floor now) and asked him not to wake him up. Fine, said Draco. We get back the next morning from whatever we were doing and the place is trashed. Draco had thrown a party while we were gone (serves us right for being gone all night I suppose). So we dashed up the steps to the detatched garage to check on the baby (his room kept moving for some reason) and found him, asleep, yet surrounded by garbage, ashes, and cigarette butts. He, however, was none the worse for wear.

Then I woke up.

Another dream I had placed me back in High School. I was sitting in my second period History class, and the bell rang. I had so many books (I had just been to the library and they were nice enough to deliver them to me) and couldn’t carry them all. So I grabbed a desk, stacked my stuff on top of it, and proceeded to roll (yes, it grew wheels) down the hallway while I tried to remember where I was supposed to be for third period.

While I couldn’t remember, I did know where my locker was, so I set off for it knowing I had a copy of my schedule inside. I arrived at my locker and couldn’t remember my combination (thinking back, how many of us remember our combinations from 8 years ago?). I knew there was an 86 in it, but the combo lock only went up to 45. Frustrated, I turned to the girl next to me (who I knew from college) and asked her if she knew where I was supposed to be for third period. She shrugged, and I asked her if she knew what my locker combination was. She said she did and proceeded to open it. Then I woke up.

And then last night I dreamt of trying out for the Green Bay Packers.

I’m not one to normally remember my dreams. In fact, within about 5 minutes I’ve usually forgotten whatever it was I dreamt about. I’ve never been bothered by dreams before. Now I have three that I can’t get out of my head. I’m scared to go to sleep again!

I realized after my high school dream that it has now been 8 years since I graduated high school. Where did the time go? Just as sobering is the fact I’ve been out of college for 4. Where has the time gone? I don’t feel like it’s been that long. To know that an entire class of students has entered, studied, and left college while I’ve been away, and here I am still struggling to make ends meet and fighting with the banks trying to get my school loans at an affordable level. I feel like I’m still in college sometimes, until I come home from work and my son runs to greet me, telling me about his day (puppy, hole, nap, bed, wet, messy, CoCo!). What happened to all the time?

I turn 26 this year. I remember when 26 felt old, but now it feels…so young.

My son officially became a big boy on Friday night. The crib is no longer in his room, and he now has his very own “big boy bed”. The first night was a little rocky as he adjusted to not having the tall bars of the crib around him. And on Saturday he woke up from his nap after 10 minutes and came out of his room announcing he was all done. He was not happy when I told him that, in fact, he wasn’t and he needed to go back to bed. (All done!!! he cried).

And in other news…there is no other news. I’m not that involved in anything else. So if any soon to be Freudians want to dissect my dreams, feel free, but otherwise, that’s all for me for the next 6 weeks (maybe not so long…)