About 2 years ago, Emma went to a nice little preschool on the island - St. Barnabas Day School. She had a fun class and very sweet teachers, Teacher Amy and Teacher Lori. As with most preschools, they spent much of the year learning their alphabet. As part of this, they worked on the Letter of the Week. Each week, they would focus on a different letter. The week culminated with them decorating a large, cut-out letter with something that began with it.
For example, B is for buttons, so they glued buttons onto a large letter B. N is for nails, so her large blue N is covered with little shiny nails. U (my favorite) is for underwear. They colored and cut out little pictures of britches and camisoles.
As the year passed, I faithfully taped each new letter up on our kitchen cupboards, forming a bit of a shrine to Emma's ABC art work. When Kindergarten came around, we took down the fancy ABC's and carefully placed them into plastic sheet protectors and filed them away in a notebook. Emma enjoys taking it down occassionally and remembering the fun things that she did in preschool.
Fast forward almost 2 years, to today, August 6, 2008 . . .
Me: Adana? Adana!? (Geesh, I'm having deja vu.) Where in the bloody @%^! is that child?
After a short 10 minute search, I find her laying face down under the desk in the homeschool room. She is covering her head with her arms, hiding.
Me: Adana, I found you. You can stop hiding.
No response. I crawl under the desk until I am right in her face.
Me: What are you doing?
She looks up at me.
Adana: Mmffng.
Through her tightly clenched teeth, I spy something bright red.
Me: Spit it out.
Out of her mouth flops something hard and plastic-y and surprisingly sticky. It takes me a minute to realize what it is.
Me: Where did you get this?
Adana: Over there. Emma's.
I look over and see the opened ABC book laying on the floor. It is turned to the W and X pages. X is there (with it's little dental x-ray glued into the center). But W is missing. I search the room, and find it under the desk with her.
Gross. W is for worms. Gummy worms, to be exact. Yes, she was eating a 2-year old, glue encrusted gummy worm.
I swear that girl has an iron stomach.
6 comments:
Ha! See, you needed a dog to eat all that edible art right away like we have!
That's hilarious! If we only knew what they eat when we aren't around!
I LOVE Adana!
Haha! That sounds like my kind of girl. I always love a good gummy worm.
Wow, that is so gross and such a great story. Your children are always so resourceful.
That is classic!
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