Last year during our visit to Victoria, i was sitting at the far end of the table away from Neil, who was holding our sweet little baby on his lap while he was eating an ice cream treat. He was deep in conversation & as baby's fat hands reached up for his treat, Neil absently lowered his treat to baby's mouth to let him have a taste....
"NEEEEEEIIIIIIILLLLLLLL!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!!!" i screamed as i lunged across the table, dishes & food scattering in all directions... (not really, but you'd think it was that funny if you heard it described by my brother in law who still teases me about my reaction...)
Neil looked at me completely perplexed.
"NO SOLIDS!!! & Especially NO DAIRY!!!!" i mooo'd... (having had children with respiratory problems, i was a bit of a stickler about the no dairy thing with my subsequent children... ) Neil kinda rolled his eyes & lifted the ice cream out of baby's grasp with a little, "i'm sorry, little guy, momma won't let me..."
i had a flashback to that moment last week as i was on the beach with my little toddling son. He had a fist full of sand in one hand & his mouth was full of rocks... i had already rescued him from eating a cigarette butt & someones old slurpee straw... Finally, i brushed the sand out of his hand & gave him a big cheesie to chew on to keep his hands & mouth otherwise occupied. The toxic orange colour of the styrofoam nutritionless treat brought back my memory of Neil's almost mistake & i started to laugh.
What a difference a year makes...