. . . I didn't want to hear. This is how I woke up this morning.
Birdie: "Mom, (Bear) threw up!"
(a quick prayer of distress and a groan, then)
Birdie: "on the couch and on the floor"
Me: "(Baby Bear) are you O.K.?"
There was no answer after asking him several times.
Me: "(Birdie), is (Baby Bear) O.K.?"
Birdie: (in a voice that said, Duh! He just threw up!) "No!"
Me: "Is he alive? He's not answering me."
Me: "He's dead?"
Birdie: (Not at all distressed.) "Yeah."
Me: "Is he at least breathing?"
No answer. Birdie had gone upstairs.
I get to the living room and Baby Bear is standing on the couch like a statue. There were odd looking puddles on the couch seat and the arm of the couch. A watery stream was on the floor running from just under the arm of the couch to about three feet away.
Baby Bear: "Mom, clean me up!"
I sniffed the air.
Me: "Did you drink syrup!?"
Baby Bear: "Uh-huh."
Me: "Where's the bottle?"
Baby Bear: "in my yoom" (read room)
I tried to clean Baby Bear up with baby wipes, but he was too sticky. He got a bath.
I spent a long time sopping up syrup. I had to get a bucket of cleaning water to clean the couch. After a while, I laid paper towels and then a cloth towel on the spots hoping the rest of the mess would soak up into it. Guess what I get to do later today. Yep, I get to clean the couch again. Our house now smells like maple syrup. I guess I'll have to burn the pancake candle I got for Christmas, then maybe we won't notice. I don't think Baby Bear will want pancakes for a while.
As I was getting Baby Bear out of the tub, he asked me why he had to get out. I told him it was because I had to fix breakfast. What he said next confirmed my thoughts on him choosing pancakes, "I don't haunt (read want) breakfast!"
As Birdie was bringing her breakfast dishes to the kitchen drinking her milk as she came she asked in typical Birdie style, "Mom, what's for lunch?".
I can see it's going to be one of those days.
While talking to Birdie later, she told me that she had misunderstood what I meant when I asked if Baby Bear was breathing/alive.