Sometimes Recycling is an Emergency!
April 8, 2008 by Jennifer
So, it’s a typical Monday night, Cedar’s been settling down, so I’m blogging away. I thought Cedar had totally settled when I hear a scream of complete insanity coming from the bathroom, “MOM! Hurry…” and when I can’t make it there in 3 seconds flat, “MOM! NOW”
On the way to the bathroom I’m thinking did Cedar fall, crack his head, break the toilet? He usually calls me, “mama” – “mom” when there’s trouble. Uh oh. No good thoughts are in my head, that’s for sure.
I run into the bathroom and Cedar is standing smack in the middle of the room; just standing there, frozen, with no pants or undies to be seen either I might add. I rush over to my half naked child and start checking for blood, bruises, asking him if he’s ok.
Cedar says he’s fine, and I say, “Well, what are you screaming for – I thought you were hurt!
Now, this child, who I’m trying really hard to be mad at for scaring me to death, holds up an empty toilet paper roll and says all calmly, (and I quote), “Can I recycle this?”
Me: “What the? That’s why you were screaming?”
The boy: “Yeah.”
Me: “WHY?”
The boy: “Because I’ve always really wanted a pirate telescope, and now, I can recycle this tube into one.”
Sigh. What are you gonna say to that?
[photo: stock.xchng]
That’s cute. I thought it was going to end with you being out of TP and having to “recycle” something. : )
Gross Peggy. Actually I was mad. I thought I’d walk in and see pools of blood or something. It was a total chaos scream he let out – weird kid. I suppose I should be happy but…
That is very funny & I can totally picture a kid doing that. I agree with Peggy though, I thought the same thing, lol.
Oh goodness! No, I wouldn’t know what to say to that either.
Today I heard him in the bathroom murmuring, “recycle, recycle, recycle.” Sure enough he had another tube. I don’t know whether to be happy or get some professional help. He’s so odd about the toilet tubes.
Schools have banned reusing toilet paper tubes. They say they have germs on them. It’s just something else for me to roll my eyes about. Some of the schools I’ve been in don’t even have soap in the bathrooms! Ok, done with my ramblings.
My son set up a shoebox under our bathroom sink to collect TP tubes for the entire summer leading up to his 5-year birthday in October because he wanted to make binoculars for party favors. They were a big hit. Yup. I know what you mean about kids and TP tubes. Thanks to my husband’s joker of a grandfather, they are known in his family as “der-ders.”