We spent this evening at my Mom & Step-Dad's house, prepping for his birthday tomorrow. My Mom had Meaghan & I make...literally hundreds of ham & turkey roll-ups (a yummy recipe I'll share soon). I love taking Collin to their house. It's pretty much 100% baby proofed & Collin can run free once I shut the doors to all the bedrooms & bathrooms.
Collin was contently roaming her halls & playing with his toys while we worked in the kitchen....
...until my Mom thought it would be a fantastical idea to give him a taste of the chocolate frosting she was spreading all over my Step-Dad's cake.
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| { Don't worry, that's not a butter knife, it's one of those frosting spatula thingys. Not sharp at all & as you can see, he was supervised very closely. } |
Collin loved the frosting...duh...& whined a little when she took away the treat; even cried when she threw out the container, but didn't put up too much of a fuss....shockingly. I was surprised when he gave up so quickly, but I shrugged it off. I figured the freedom of Nanny's house & all the new toys were distraction enough that he didn't mind.
Little did I know, that was because he was secretly plotting away.
Thirty minutes later, Meaghan & I were rolling deli meats, my Mom was finishing dinner & Collin was a little too quiet for my liking. I knew that meant trouble, so I stopped my culinary activities to search for my son.
It didn't take long. I just needed to peek around the kitchen island to see him.
Horrified, I stared at my son.
There he was, lying on the kitchen floor.
Completely covered in...
frosting!!!
My kid totally snatched the frosting container OUT OF THE TRASH!!!! OUT OF THE TRASH, PEOPLE!!!!
As horrifying as this was, it was also hugely amusing, so I did what any other good Mama would have done.
I made a beeline for my camera.
Have you all met my son, Collin? You know, the dumpster diver?
{ Note: The frosting was on top of all of the trash & nothing else had touched it. I would have never let him continue eating it had I believed it dangerous. }
