My son has developed an awful new habit. He eats sand. Do you have any idea how disgusting that is? How disgusting that sounds to my ears as his tiny little molars grind on grains of quartz? It started at school, I think. As I picked him up last week, he had a face full of the stuff, and ran up to me with his fists stuffed with it. He proclaimed it “cake” and started to nosh away. I tried to explain to him “No, son. That is most definitely not cake.” It didn’t work.
During this past weekend as we went on a multicultural/French picnic, complete with croissants, fromages, and some nice chocolate, we had another sand incident. Oh. By the way. Don’t ever take little kids on a picnic and actually expect them to eat any food. It won’t happen. All they’ll want to do is go run and play. Understandable, but inconvenient.
Anyway we went to a very nice and large park. It happens to be the same park which houses the dog park – where people bring their canines to run free, urinate on things, and play. The equipment (for people) is awesome. Our kids love it. In the middle of the nice playground, there’s a sand pit. Felix made a beeline for this thing and proceeded to eat sand, once again proclaiming it to be “cake.”
I cannot even think of how much stuff OTHER than sand was in his mouth. I just sort of clamp my imaginary ears shut and start singing Men Without Hats when I try to think about it.
Will is watching him closely for symptoms of giardia. I think my time would be better spent acquiring actual cake for him to sample so that he knows what real cake is.