I was in the kitchen scrubbing dishes when I realized that the sponge-on-plate sound was the only noise I heard.
If there is one truth in parenting, it is this: Silence means your child is up to no good.
I shed the yellow dish gloves and peeked my head around to the living room, where Peeper had been playing. There she was, playing all right, but not with her stacking cups or beach ball.
Somewhere she had found a Ziplock of dog food. She had managed to open it and spill it on the ground. And, of course, she was shoving handfuls of it into her mouth.
I sprinted over, pulling pieces of kibble out of her mouth. But as quickly as I was taking it out, she was putting more in.
I used my arms to shovel the pile away from her, repeating “No! No!” and laughing at the same time.
I have no idea how much dog food she ate—probably only a piece or two. I shouldn’t be surprised, as kibble is related to the things Peeper most loves—Finn, shiny dog bowls and finger food.
I could be embarrassed and horrified that my baby managed to chow through who knows how much dog food while I wasn’t watching. But a story like this is just too hilarious for guilt.
And when I reenacted the moment at a mom’s night out recently, none of the other mamas wagged a finger, admonishing me about dangerous fillers and preservatives in dog food. No, they all laughed.
Motherhood can be hard. It’s almost always exhausting. It can be mind-numbingly repetitive. But sometimes, it’s also bust-your-gut, retell-it-millions-of-times funny.
Have you ever gotten into pet chow or another off-limits food?