Don’t Eat Off the Floor …
they could be cat poop. My son knows this mantra by heart now. A few weeks after my daughter was born, I was sitting on the couch nursing her and my son (who was 22 months) was out in the back room at his work bench. This is also the room we currently have the litter box (you can guess where this is going).
After a few minutes, I realized it was entirely TOO quiet out there and I asked him what he was doing. He came into the living room with his one hand outstretched and the other wiping off his tongue. I asked him what he had in his mouth and he kept wiping and saying, “Ick.” When he got close enough for me to SMELL him, I realize what it was.
Just a note – it does not matter HOW loudly you yell, “WHAT’S IN YOUR MOUTH? WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?” at a toddler. It has the same affect as screaming at someone who doesn’t speak English. Blank stare.
So, I yanked my daughter off mid-suck which made her scream, grabbed my son around the middle (still shouting What and Where at him) and ran him out to the kitchen which made him scream and started wiping his hands and tongue with wet paper towels. Not content with that, I also brushed his teeth with mouth wash and tooth paste and then threw out the tooth brush.
And so now my son is fully aware that “We don’t eat things off the floor because why?” “Because it could be cat poop.”
