So, first off, my mom sent me this email this morning saying "did you send them this?" with this link. I was reading it around 6:30am, so I was scrolling through the article thinking "who would I send this to? I *know* kids can poison themselves, I have a Henry!" and then I got about halfway through the article. Go on, read it. I'll wait.
HA! HOW FUNNY IS THAT???? I have a famous son! Either that or someone is going to call CPS on me. I certainly got a kick out of it. I guess people *do* read my blog, huh?? Anyways, so back to Henry. I had a postpartum meeting yesterday afternoon (those are after the birth when I go check in with the mom and get to ooh and aah over the baby. Fun!), so I left Ed in charge of the kids. Well, Keith wasn't home yet, so it was just the little guys. I wasn't even to the exit off of I95 when my phone ran, and I answered it to hear Ed say "Henry is definitely YOUR child." Uh oh. Henry, apparently, had one of Keith's beads - you know, the larger ones that you can string together in Kindergarten? Not the huge ones, but the ones that are, oh, about the size of a nostril? Yeah. See where I'm going with this? Henry found out just how close to the size of a nostril they are. Apparently, they're a perfect Henry nostril size. He shoved it up his nose. Fortunately, he told Ed right away. Also fortunately, Ed is handy with a pair of tweezers and got it OUT of said nose without having to take him to the Emergency Room. Exciting times, let me tell you.
Oh, and why he says he's my child? Well, apparently, I was famous as a child for sticking beads and buttons and the like up my nose.