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<blockquote data-quote="susiestar" data-source="post: 311068" data-attributes="member: 1233"><p>Geez, I thought having a 2yo Wiz put pudding in his pants pockets was strange enough. He was only supposed to have pudding outside or in the bathtub. Same for popsicles because he made such an unholy mess with them.</p><p></p><p>So he found my stash of chocolate pudding cups and instead of taking the whole cup he opened it and poured it into his pants pockets. After the first time I BEGGED him to just take the whole container or ask and if he really wanted it bad enough to pour it into his pants, we would let him have it.</p><p></p><p>After the third time I sewed all his pants pockets shut. Same for shirt pockets. Because the third time I was working and husband didn't catch it when he got Wiz ready for bed. I came home and found husband asleep and Wiz sick as a dog all over himself, his bed and his room. The pudding spoiled and he was sucking it out of the fabric.</p><p></p><p>My mom accused me of child abuse because I sewed all his pockets shut. She was serious. THEN I told her she could let him have ALL the pockets she wanted - but SHE had to empty the pockets before they were washed and SHE had to come and take care of him if he got food poisoning again.</p><p></p><p>That backed her off quick, LOL!</p><p></p><p>Then, at age 13 we had just moved into this house. Wiz was with us. I had a LOT of spices go missing. The BIG jars, like you find at Sams. When I stuck my head into his room to ask him about the spices he had his head and arms down between the bed and the wall. There was a HORRIBLE smell in the room. Like something died and was rotting in there.</p><p></p><p>husband and I searched his room and found a bag of cooked ground beef. I had put several packets of cooked meat in the freezer and wondered why I couldn't find it.</p><p></p><p>He had been EATING out of a bag of meat that had been at room temp for almost a week! He hid it and just leaned down between the wall and the bed to grab a bite.</p><p></p><p>He had food poisoning, of course. He was reading about the ancient Egyptians and how they preserved meats with spices and salt. So he thought, with all of his magical thinking, that if he put a lot of spices on rotten meat it would magically be OK to eat. </p><p></p><p>He thought I was unforgivably mean because he got no sympathy and had to work to pay off the cost of the doctor visit. And the doctor wasn't nice or sympathetic once she heard what he had done.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="susiestar, post: 311068, member: 1233"] Geez, I thought having a 2yo Wiz put pudding in his pants pockets was strange enough. He was only supposed to have pudding outside or in the bathtub. Same for popsicles because he made such an unholy mess with them. So he found my stash of chocolate pudding cups and instead of taking the whole cup he opened it and poured it into his pants pockets. After the first time I BEGGED him to just take the whole container or ask and if he really wanted it bad enough to pour it into his pants, we would let him have it. After the third time I sewed all his pants pockets shut. Same for shirt pockets. Because the third time I was working and husband didn't catch it when he got Wiz ready for bed. I came home and found husband asleep and Wiz sick as a dog all over himself, his bed and his room. The pudding spoiled and he was sucking it out of the fabric. My mom accused me of child abuse because I sewed all his pockets shut. She was serious. THEN I told her she could let him have ALL the pockets she wanted - but SHE had to empty the pockets before they were washed and SHE had to come and take care of him if he got food poisoning again. That backed her off quick, LOL! Then, at age 13 we had just moved into this house. Wiz was with us. I had a LOT of spices go missing. The BIG jars, like you find at Sams. When I stuck my head into his room to ask him about the spices he had his head and arms down between the bed and the wall. There was a HORRIBLE smell in the room. Like something died and was rotting in there. husband and I searched his room and found a bag of cooked ground beef. I had put several packets of cooked meat in the freezer and wondered why I couldn't find it. He had been EATING out of a bag of meat that had been at room temp for almost a week! He hid it and just leaned down between the wall and the bed to grab a bite. He had food poisoning, of course. He was reading about the ancient Egyptians and how they preserved meats with spices and salt. So he thought, with all of his magical thinking, that if he put a lot of spices on rotten meat it would magically be OK to eat. He thought I was unforgivably mean because he got no sympathy and had to work to pay off the cost of the doctor visit. And the doctor wasn't nice or sympathetic once she heard what he had done. [/QUOTE]
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