Wednesday morning I had to work from home with the kids becuase Mom has been sick. I have always managed to do this and feel nearly productive and not horribly neglectful. (Though sometimes, I don't get to play as much as either Ellie or I would like...)
We came downstairs and I locked the gates and left Max to play in the playroom for a few minutes (at most 2), then went to get on the computer. I realized it was really quiet. I went around the corner to look for Max to find him on his knees, one hand on the floor in front of the cat food, the other hand full of Lady Grey's food shoveling it into his mouth nearly smiling (as if he'd found his very own breakfast and was so proud.)
I freaked!
I sweep into action, pick him up, saying no and yuck over and over again (becuase I'm nearly so grosed out I want to run away) and instantly sweep his mouth of any bits I can find - which, there were several in there. He begins screaming bloody murder in anger ... as if I had nerve to take away his breakfast he had proudly found himself!
Although the mental image is still clear as day, i have no photo to add becuase I was so discusted I could not consider wasting the time that might enable him to actually eat the food. (Sorry David... who wanted a photo for Max's wedding day of him chowing down on cat food nuggets!)
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