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.
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