On Saturday at the wedding, Cybersass mentioned that she thought Connor was so sweet. LOL, I think she’s been reading my photo blog only 😉
Yesterday was case in point.
I heard a small noise in my bathroom, and went to investigate because it didn’t sound like he was on the loo like he’d promised.
I found him crouched behind the toilet.
In his hand was a bottle of tissue salts, with a few emptied on the floor and he was shovelling them into his mouth. The bottle was empty on further investigation.
After a little discussion, he insisted that he only ate one, but he’d hidden the bottle there on Sunday and had had some the day before too.
Hectic!! It was tissue salts for nervousness and anxiety… I’d taken them when my hair was falling out in chunks in an attempt to reduce stress levels. My oath!! Thankfully, they’re not that dangerous for him to eat.
What he did actually scares me. He’s hiding like this more and more often now. He knows what is wrong, but he insists on going ahead with his little plans… but behind walls and around corners (and our house has a lot of those).
He really worries me.
Yep – he worries me too! When he disappears … quietly … I know he's up to something .. and when I can't find him .. I REALLY know he's been up to something !!
Crickey! I got those medilock boxes for medicine. Carmen has already figured out how to open them :/
ok, you're right – i've been reading your photo-blog! that *is* scary. thank goodness it was only tissue salts! lovely to share a table with you at the #anglugwedding!
my Kid is also all about the asking for forgiveness rather than permission. Luckily I have a rather small house, so it's not too difficult to keep an eye on him.
Good luck with your little terrorist!
There's one in every family. Until you know that he's showing some common sense in his choices (however long that may take!) you will have to develop some eyes in the back of your head.
I always get worried when it get's all quiet around the house. The princess once ate half a bottle of RESQ remedy – I gave her such a lecture that she does not come near to medicine. All medicine is now stored above fridge level!
My youngest one is also the 'daredevil' of the two. Constantly does things he knows he's not allowed to (running into the road-laughing, undoing his seatbelt, coming nonchalantly out of the bathroom with the bottle of toilet duck in his mouth – nearly fired my maid that day for leaving it within his reach AND with the lid off – and thankfully it was 99 percent empty – so he didn't get any in his mouth) but I can totally understand where you're coming from with this.
For some reason, the 'danger' factor just sinks in better with my elder one (they're 4.5 and 2.5) and he will help me out all the time, “Flip is touching the lek-tric-uh-tee mom!” etc. Methinks your solution is possibly a lockable medicine container?
Sjoe! Luckily he didn't stash anything more dangerous.
I hear you.
I have Liam… he just exchanges his rate of naughty per day.
Oy… Scary indeed.