let them eat glass.

while we have spent quite a bit of time in the e.r., most of it has revolved around things like seizures, and tumors tripling in size overnight, asthma attacks, and non-stop vomiting.  i can't actually think of a time when we went for a typical kid situation.  and this morning might sort of count as that, but i'm pretty sure not many parents go for this....

abigail woke up a little earlier than she is allowed to get up.  i let her and her sister (who was also already awake) hang out in her room for about the last fifteen minutes before those magic numbers on the clock allowed her the freedom to leave her room.  she came in at the end of the fifteen minutes and told me she had broken one of the light bulbs in her strand of christmas lights.  we went downstairs and i planned to sweep it up after breakfast.
and then, during breakfast she nonchalantly says, 'i swallowed some of the light bulb.'
(i responded by laughing in dumbfoundedness and exasperation.) 'you ate the glass?'
'no.  i was chewing on the light bulb and it broke, and i swallowed some of it.'

this was accompanied by a phone call to our doctor and my husband.  jason felt similar to me, but was more on the angry side than seeing some comedy in it.  when i hung up she asked what papa had said.

'he's pretty frustrated that you ate that light bulb.'
'why?  there's tons more of them.  i only ate one.'

right.  so apparently she didn't eat all of the light bulbs, she left plenty of them up there to enjoy, so really there is no reason to be upset.  one e.r. trip, complete with x-rays, later, and we're pretty sure she'll be just fine.  you know, aside from her affinity of eating glass.