Every New Years, we watch certain movies in our family that remind us of the Christmas and New Years Seasons.
So, last night our 19yo daughter broke out our VHS copy of 'While You Were Sleeping', a romantic comedy starring Sandra Bullock.
All of us started out watching the movie, but it couldn't hold the interest of our 13yo son or our 3yo son.
The 13yo went into the other room to play some Star Fox Adventures, and the 3yo started playing quietly with his toys.
And then not so quietly.
After a bit, the movie got to the good part, where Lucy (Sandra Bullock) is revealing the big secret that pervades the whole movie. It's a scene filled with angst and emotion, and we were all sucked into the movie.
Then our 3yo got very noisy, chasing cats back and forth across the upstairs screaming and enjoying himself immensely, so we had to put the movie on pause while we tried to reign him in and get him under control.
We couldn't hear the movie anyway.
So our 19yo daughter took over the little man, while our 10yo daughter tried to calm the kitties, and I went up to our bedroom to dress for bed and get ready for our nighttime routine (reading the kids a story).
When I got to our room, though, I was so shocked I hollered out our 3yo's name.
There must have been some note in my voice that led our son to believe he was going to get smooshed, because he ran to hide in the bathroom downstairs, holding his bottom all the way.
Well, I knew I wasn't going to spank him in anger, so when I got to him, I told him that we were going to go see what he had done before he got his spanking.
So we headed up the stairs to see.
In our bedroom, there was white cream squirted all over the dresser, the floor, my coat (flung haphazardly over a chair), and even the top of our ceiling-height curtains.
There was crumbled gingerbread house all over the floor, mixed in with the cream, and there was a bottle of Oil of Olay covered with cream.
I had a talk with the little man, asking him what he thought he was doing squirting that stuff all over the bedroom.
He said he was 'frosting cookies.'
I felt a cold chill run up and down my spine. After a couple more questions, we determined that he had eaten the cookies.
Bet they didn't taste very good.
So while my wife cleaned up the mess, I called the poison control center.
When I told her what the product was, how old the child was, and then mentioned what he said he was doing, the lady laughed so hard she practically fell out of her chair.
She said that he probably didn't enjoy the taste of that, which explains why there was gingerbread all over the floor.
Thankfully, he didn't need to go to the hospital. She said if he ate a LOT of it he would have a belly ache, and that would be the most that would happen.
But the traumatic event reminded us all of Prov 29:15 - The rod and rebuke give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother.
The passage, of course, is describing a child who receives no discipline. Our little guy was left to himself for a short time, but he didn't get away with it...