As we left school yesterday I noticed The Youngest was chewing.
“Are you eating?”
She just smiled at me.
“You’re chewing, what are you eating?”
She chuckled a little, she may have chuckled more if her mouth hadn’t have been full. Her friend intervened at this point.
“She’s eating a carrot off the floor”
Of course she was. I’d seen the carrot on the floor, it was dry and a bit wrinkly, it was grim. Yet, Little Miss Hungry had seen it and thought
“Yum, I’ll have that”
I made her spit it out, little grot bag.
I’ve just made her lunch for today with a lovely fresh crunchy carrot in there. I know it’s a good ‘un because I’ve eaten some. Thing is, I feel bad. Why did I make her spit out her tasty treasure? She’d have already chewed the gravel and muck off of it then I made her give up the good bit.
Being a parent is hard, we have to make a lot of quick on the spot decisions.
Yesterday I got it wrong.
one sock in a bath 
Bless her the mucky little beggar. I suppose a grubby carrot is slightly better than the snail I had to prize out of her mouth as it was rattling round like a gob stopper 😁
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True. I hadn’t thought of that. Better an old dead carrot than a fresh live snail. Yuk a vee!
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Not certain that you got it wrong – remember the requisite 5 seconds of floor time had expired. I suspect it was more like 5 hours. The best part was the ‘discrete’ discreet disposal of said bright orange item behind a tree on the green grass. No one would ever have known…
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Shhh! We’ve got to walk past it in a minute whilst looking nonchalant. Chewed up dusty carrot? Nope, not seen it.
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