Kids ~ SOLSC ~ 1/31

I know that I ate some pretty weird things as a child.  I recall sneaking into the refrigerator and digging into the tub of butter, and there are vivid memories of a childhood friend eating an entire tube of her mother’s red lipstick.  Both of those thoughts make me cringe now.

Apparently this week is when I get to once again deal with the strange things children eat.  Thursday night, I noticed my daughter was unusually quiet as she went about getting ready for bed.  As I recently began oil pulling, she too wants to be grown up and use coconut oil which she’s done without permission a few different times.

She spins and flips a bit in a faux dance to avoid my question, yet amazing post-pirouette she’s able to talk.  “Chapstick,” she replied quietly.

“Chapstick?” I asked incredulous.

“Uh huh,” she answered, still dancing.

“Will you please get your chapstick for me to see?” I ask.

Without missing a beat, she said, “Sure, but you might be surprised because I ate a lot of it!”

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Tonight,  I see her in the bathroom, again uncharacteristically silent.  Having just enjoyed a small taste of brownie, I suspected she’d nipped another piece before rushing in to brush away the evidence.  Once again, the line of questioning began.  Tonight, she skipped the dancing and twirling and opted instead for the wide white smile that reflected far too much blue between her teeth to be anything other than toothpaste.

“Spit,” I said pointing to the sink.

At that point a disgusting mixture of her former brownie and at least a tablespoon of Kid’s Crest fell into the basin.  I was both amazed and horrified.  I needed a minute so I sent her to her room, called in my husband and then proceeded to wash it away.  We decided that honesty was the best policy and referred to the warning on the back of the toothpaste as a reminder to be careful about how much toothpaste she uses.

It’s always something new and I’m sure one day the crazy things she ate will be one of many memories.



This post was written as part of a monthly challenge sponsored by  Two Writing Teachers, to encourage writing and community.  The goal is to write a Slice of Life entry each day throughout the month of March.

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  1. Stacey 03/01/2015 at 9:37 pm | | Reply

    I ate pats of butter as a kid and am no worse for the wear. However, I never ate dirt, lipstick, or any other foreign substance. I just stuck to food. 🙂

    Glad you’re back and slicing with us again this year, Amanda.

  2. glenda funk 03/01/2015 at 9:43 pm | | Reply

    I’m not sure whether I’m more grossed out or amused by this, but I am smiling. What parent hasn’t experienced the experimental eater? When my children were 4 and 5, they climbed onto the kitchen counter, retrieved the Flintstone vitamins from the cabinet, and ate the entire bottle. Ye good ole sniff test gave them away. That and the “my tummy hurts” complaint. One spent the night in the hospital. The less gluttonous one left the ER w/ a stern warning about what happens to kids who devour too many Freds, Barneys, Wilmas, Bettys, and Bam Bams. Both were introduced to video games by the doctor through that experience, and that proved a much costlier outcome.

  3. Jennifer 03/01/2015 at 10:51 pm | | Reply

    Great post! I don’t recall ever eating anything strange, but as a new mother I’m happy to read about the possible oddities if childhood.

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