My daughter is going through a phase of putting some truly alarming things in her mouth. In the past week I have had to fish out a stone and a dead spider. Well I admit, I baulked at the spider and luckily my husband was on hand to deal with that one. My daughter may be happy to put this little critter in her mouth but that still doesn't mean mummy is happy to pincer it out with her bare fingers.
I saw her chasing a live spider across the carpet earlier and thought, here we go again. My daughter could rival any of the competitors in I'm a Celebrity's bush tucker trial.
The problem is as my daughter's obsession with putting entirely unsuitable items in her mouth has grown – I used to think the torn up pieces of paper and bits of thread were bad – she has cottoned on to what my game is as I come towards her with my fingers ready to perform their tweezer motion.
She'll quite happily crawl over to the sofa and pull herself up to show me what she has in her mouth. Quite handily the little trick I taught her to open her mouth wide and say 'ahhh' while sticking out her tongue has at least paid off in terms of alerting me to the latest little bit of contraband she's got in there.
However, as I say, as soon as she sees my fingers reaching towards her mouth to remove it, she's gives a little giggle, plunges back down onto her bottom and before you can say “I'm a celebrity get me out of here” she's crawled away at her top speed.