It was Late. I was Tired. Ben was having a hard time staying focused on eating. Upon taking a drink of milk, he states "Mom, there's a bee in my milk." Mom: "Oh there is not. Just drink your milk! It's time for bed." He continues to eat and to drink. He gets down to the last swallow or two and says "Mom, I am really about to drink this bee down." I look in his cup, and sure enough, there is a deceased fruit fly. Poor little boy. That may be on the border line of child abuse: forcing a child to drink a bug.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Drink Your Milk!
It was Late. I was Tired. Ben was having a hard time staying focused on eating. Upon taking a drink of milk, he states "Mom, there's a bee in my milk." Mom: "Oh there is not. Just drink your milk! It's time for bed." He continues to eat and to drink. He gets down to the last swallow or two and says "Mom, I am really about to drink this bee down." I look in his cup, and sure enough, there is a deceased fruit fly. Poor little boy. That may be on the border line of child abuse: forcing a child to drink a bug.
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Hey, if the bug did go down, you could say it was great protein! -Suzanne
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