As he’s lying in bed and I’m brushing my teeth, T suddenly looks up and asks me, “If you eat glue, will you die?”
I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth, suddenly very curious, “Did you eat glue?”
His face crinkles and the tears start pouring, “Yes!” He sobs almost uncontrollably.
Part of me wants to laugh, but the look on his face is near-tragic.
“T, you aren’t going to die if you tried a little bit of glue. Just…don’t do it again.”
Through his sobs, “Why?”
I decide to get more information, hoping to distract him from his tears and make him realize I’m not angry.
“Why did you even eat glue?”
He hiccups, “I don’t know.”
“You aren’t going to die. Eating glue could make you sick, though. So no more eating glue. And don’t eat crayons, lick markers, or drink the paint. Got it?”
He calms down considerably, “Okay.”
“So…um…why did you eat glue? Were you hungry?”
I finally get a smile and he giggles.
But I never did find out the why. Maybe they just aren’t feeding the kids enough.