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Last week ... 

P. got sick at school.  I had to quickly leave a meeting, rush to pick her up, wondering if there were any signs of sickness I missed in the morning.  Nothing came to mind.

After I picked her up from school (and dealing with my other daughter's tears), I asked her in the car what she ate for breakfast.

"I don't know, but I had a cupcake for a snack."

Hmmm...really?  A cupcake?  At 9 o'clock in the morning?  Maybe it was too much sugar too early.

Of course, I called Miss Kathy to get the inside scoop.  Yes, there was a cupcake, but it was a small cupcake with little frosting.

Nothing else came of this illness.  I blamed it on the extra sugar.

Fast forward a couple days later ... 

M. asked if she could have some sugary snack for breakfast.

"No way.  Do you remember what happened this week when P. ate too much sugar in the morning?"

"Mommy, it wasn't the sugar.  She put Mr. Potato Head pieces in her mouth!" M. responded.

"What?!?  P.?  Did you put Mr. Potato Head pieces in your mouth?"

"No.  No, I didn't."

"Yes you did!" M. told her.

"Tell me what happened." I insisted.

"We were under the little white table poking holes in the Mr. Potato Head bag and she put some pieces in her mouth." M. explained.

"How many pieces did she put in her mouth?"  I didn't even bother asking about why they were hiding under the table or why they thought it was okay to poke holes in the bag.

"Um, maybe like 3 or 4.  No, it was like this many." Showing five fingers.

"No!  It was only 3!" P. jumped in, unknowingly owning up to her poor decision.

"Oh, so you did put the toys in your mouth?"  I asked to which I received no answer.

"Mommy, she did."  M. said again as P. sat quietly.

"M., why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" I wondered.

"Because you left!" M. emphatically stated reminding me of her terrible, no-good, very bad day moment when I had to leave her behind.

According to a four year old ... There's always more to the story.


  1. I guess she told you! I guess the next lesson is all about germs ;-) Too funny!

  2. Did she swallow them????? That for sure will give you a stomach ache. One time on a nice Sunday afternoon my son stuck a dime up his nose and inhaled it. We spent the rest of the day in the ER.

    1. Oh no! She must have put them in her mouth and they gagged her to which she threw up, toy pieces and all! The provider saw that she threw up on the Mr. Potato Head and all the other pieces, so she did realize that she had them in her mouth. We continuously have conversations about not putting anything in our mouth except food!

  3. And you thought it was bad growing up with an older brother! I'm sure there will be many more tales told (and untold) in the years to come. I wonder how many secrets they will keep from Mommy & Daddy. So happy that she didn't swallow them. Love ya bunches, Mom

  4. Love the update. Out of the mouths of babes...

  5. There's always more to the story. I am glad you told us the rest of last week's story. Wondering, did M. get her sugary snack after she proved that cupcake didn't cause the vomiting?

  6. There's always more to the story. O am glad you told us the rest of last week's story. Wondering, did M. get her sugary snack after she proved that cupcake didn't cause the vomiting?

  7. Wow...that ended better than I thought it would, and good thing, too!

  8. So glad she didn't swallow the toy! I love how you unfolded the story behind the story.

  9. So happy it was just the gagging. We all have stories, and I love that ending, Michelle-always more to the story!

  10. This was great! I'm so glad that she didn't choke on the pieces of Mr. Potato Head. It's so funny that the secret didn't come out until there was a cupcake at stake. :) I bet you have tons of these stories. You're definitely in a memory-making stage of life with your little ones!

  11. The truth comes out! So glad everything turned out okay!

  12. I remember getting called away from school when my three year old put a red craft pom pom up her nose! LOL

  13. Always more to the story. Too funny!


  14. I remember my stories that match hers :)


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