I just, right this minute, fished a sewing bobbin out of Oliver's mouth.
I was really wondering where my children's oral fixation came from.
Well, I'm ashamed to admit I now know:
I was dusting the living room. That's how it all started. (And yes, I expect you to be proud of me for dusting!) On a shelf in said living room resides a pretty little statue of the Salt Lake Temple. It was the cake topper at my wedding, many years ago. Since that day, seven and half years ago, it has graced a shelf, or a mantle in every home we've had. It's lovely.
Anyway, so I'm dusting, and I pick up the little temple to run the dust rag over it, when I see something strange on the bottom of it. I looked more closely. Hmm, strange. It appeared that there was FROSTING from my wedding cake from nearly a decade ago securely and quite permanently fused to the glass statue.
I stared at it for a moment. How had I not noticed it there for seven years? I must be a pretty rotten duster, that's how.
Then, in a moment of utter and complete reckless abandon, I leaned over and... (oh I am SO embarrassed!) I licked my temple.
I know. I know.
I LICKED MY TEMPLE!
I can't honestly explain it. My brain utterly and completely failed me in that moment. Perhaps I wanted to see if it still tasted like frosting?!? I mean, I do really like frosting. It's a real favorite of mine. So, maybe I didn't want to see it go to waste?!? I don't know. But it DID NOT taste like frosting. It tasted like seven years of lemon Pledge.
So, then I gagged a lot! And I learned my lesson. Don't ever lick seven year old frosting off ANYTHING!
But, at least one mystery was solved. My children obviously get their oral fixation issues from their mama.
*photo from latterdaystatues.com*