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Date: 17 June 2008 09:13:43
Roald Dahl knew about kids. Clever kids with a fraction of menace in them. Like my Son.
Toddler is getting to the giving-up-his-lunchtime-nap stage. Sometimes he sleeps. Sometimes he doesn't. Yesterday was a non-sleep day. Only on-duty-Daddy didn't realise this. Toddler was taken upstairs and left in bed. Daddy went downstairs to get-on-with-things. A while later Daddy heard Toddler calling. And then he smelt the Marvellous Medicine.
We are responsible parents (so please don't report us to social services!). Our medicine cupboard has child locks. Only they don't appear to be very effective. Clever Toddler has worked out how to open them. And how to open packets. And tubes. And bottles.
The scene that met Daddy when he ventured upstairs was one of total carnage. Toddler had decided that the best place to use his new-found opening skills was on our bed. Plasters stick quite well to sheets. Antiseptic creams, toothpaste, etc. are great for smearing everywhere. And toothbrushes are particularly useful for helping mix Daddy's pot of hair gel. But best of all is when you discover that, although most medicine bottles have child-proof tops, suncream and Mummy's pregnancy-pampering oil are really quite easy to open and pour everywhere.
Nothing was consumed by Toddler. Daddy binned the empty packets and bottles. The sheets were washed (although they don't appear to have recovered very well from the oil!). And I guess at the end of the day our cupboard has had a really good clear out. So it's not all bad.
But today I'll be buying a padlock and chain (for the cupboard, not Toddler!).
And maybe some more pampering oil.