A little blade of grass
can alter a day
The whole entire day
....well, at least a few hours
These were the crucial hours to finishing my 6yo's room
posting about it
'cuz I was inspired...
I'm a mom. First.
cough...gag...cough....all morning, running in and out of his room where I was creating...in between doing his math and english....cough..gag..."mom, my throat...it hurts...there's something stuck...."
"Oh, you've had a cold. It's probably just a sore throat. Go finish your school work." (as I try to figure out how to hang a very large roman shade on his window and put holes in the freshly painted you read that right walls. Oh how I just want to stand and stare at those walls and not put one single screw or nail into them)
"Mooooooooawm! There's something stuuuuck!"
"Open your mouth."
"I don't see anything. Go get a flash light. And a tongue depressor."
"Popsicle stick. A popsicle stick from your arts and crafts."
"Open wide and say, AHHHH!"
OH MY GOODNESS. WHAT'S THAT? IT'S GREEN AND YELLOW. AND LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING ROTTED IN THE BACK OF YOUR THROAT. SOME STRANGE INFECTIOUS THING GROWING THERE.
(that's what I thought)
What I said was,
"Yep, there's some thing there. I don't know what it is."
"Grass? Were you eating grass?"
"Why were you eating grass?"
"Violet told me to."
(Violet is the absolute cutest, sweetest, pick-her-up-and-eat-her-in-one-bite after you smother her with smacking kisses, four year old who lives next door and plays with our boys everyday and rings the door bell or comes inside when their not home because she misses them)
"Violet told you to eat grass?"
There's this sweet spot between our yards where the kids play. We have seven or so (never counted them) tall cherry trees all in a row along the side of our front yard. Violet and Asher, her 6 yo big brother, come over and all four children play by these trees. It's the nicest little shaded spot for them. They collect frogs there. Build things. Talk. Giggle. And apparently eat grass.
So off to the pediatrician's office we go.
It's lodged in his glotus.
"So", he says, "I hear you've been grazing, Sean."
The doc takes a look.
Grabs some tools. Has my son hang his head upside down off the examining table. On the second attempt he carefully pulls out a 3-4 inch blade of grass with the roots still attached.
High fives!!! Jubilance!!!!
In the car ride home I got the full story.
"Mom, it was white bread."
"Violet gave me a piece of white bread and there was some grass on it and it got stuck in my throat."
Sticky white bread, hmm.