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Friday, January 20, 2012

Salt On The Floor

A small tall table behind our kitchen door has a lower shelve where several items stay put: a small electronic weighing scale (that should weigh ingredients), a sandwich maker (that should make sandwiches but is not now) and ( until yesterday) a plastic vessel full with (rough) salt.

On top of the same table are few things we want to easily access- like her cereals, my spices, Anca's coffee, and sweeteners. The place is full most times mainly because we have the habit of piling items there every time we are in the kitchen.

The young lady picks some of what we pile there for her games. Reaching the top of the table has been hard for a while- but she is making progress upwards. Furthermore, someone is always saying "stop!" before she manages to get anything down.

The lower shelf is easier, though here as well we are always saying "don't touch!" But she has found a way to deal with these don't touch!, don't go!, stop! kinds of orders- she stops when she is done, or she does it so quietly that by the time we turn around, she is done- grabbing a spice, the sweetener or anything else that can fit in her tiny hand.

Then two days ago things went wrong for her. While I was busy washing she did lift the container with (rough) salt, ran with it to the sitting room as it spilled- until the container dropped making part of the floor white. Then I heard a loud shrill from a kid horrified at what she had done. I found her in a corner away from it all. She was scared. She refused to walk on any part of the floor that had salt until I cleaned it.

2 comments:

  1. What a cute story! They (kids) are ALWAYS getting into things. It will only get worse as they get older. By the time they are MY kids' ages, you almost WANT them to spill something so you know what it is that they are getting into!! (ha-ha-ha)

    Hopefully your daughter found out that her daddy is not as scary as she may have thought he was. It could have been a fun opportunity to work on cleaning it up together!

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  2. She clung on me as soon as I reached her for a hug. I had never seen her so genuinely scared.

    She fears the sound of the vacuum. She was up on the seat while I did the cleaning and only came down once I was done :)

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