Life lessons, 2-year-old style
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- March
- 2
Our middle girl, now 3, came running into the living room not too long ago, crying. I was sitting, feeding the baby.
“Hmfpfh!�
“What sweetie? I can’t understand you, what’s wrong?�
“Hmfpfh-mon!!!�
More tears.
My God, is that … What is that?
The bottom row of her teeth were brown.
Blood or dirt, neither of which was good news.
She came a little closer.
OK, it wasn’t blood at least
“Hmf-a-mon!�
I figured it out at the kitchen sink, where a spice jar was open.
Cinnamon.
She loves cinnamon on vanilla yogurt.
I guess she thought if a little was good, a lot would be better.
Mouth rinsed.
Tears dried.
Lesson learned.






















Poor kid!! I guess that will dampen her enthusiasm for independent kitchen forays…..
be glad it was chili/cayene pepper..
;-]
was/wasnt.