While I was getting ready to go onstage for the matinee on Saturday, I suddenly had a bad feeling. I thought something bad had happened to one of my friends. This isn't unusual for me; I can sometimes just kinda tell when something bad has happened to someone close to me. It doesn't always work, but occasionally I can intuit these things. Anyway, I just got this bad feeling so I texted my friend to see if they were ok. They replied that all was fine. Not two seconds after I had texted them, Joe called me to say that Brooklyn was choking on a Lego Indiana Jones figure. She'd turned purple and was choking. Savannah smacked her on the back and Brooklyn ended up swallowing Indy.
We'd already experienced the fun of seeing staples pass through Brooklyn's digestive system via xrays, so I figured we probably didn't need a repeat this time around. I told Joe to make sure she was breathing ok and rush her to the hospital if she started having problems. And then I just started
digging around in her poop checking her diapers carefully to make sure, um, everything came out ok. Pun intended.
Today, Indy completed his latest adventure and made a great escape. Thankfully, the kids were wrong and it wasn't a Lego figure after all. This Indy was a bit smaller. Not much, but a little bit...
Yep, who else would clean off a poop-covered Indy and take a picture for you guys to see? Oh stop complaining! At least I washed him off first!
And for those of you keeping track - this is the third emergency-type situation where Indiana Jones was involved. First Lex was smashed under the garage door while trying to save Clay from the claws of death while playing Indiana Jones. Then, Lex fell off the bunk bed when she lost her balance dropping pillow boulders onto Clay while playing Indiana Jones. Now this. I'm sensing a pattern here. I'm about ready to break out the light sabers and encourage them to start playing Star Wars. It couldn't be much worse, could it? Wait, don't answer that.