And then there was the pickle....

Fridays are a magical day for us and well, for most. It signifies the end of the week, the beginning of the weekend, but most importantly the freedom to think (notice i said think and not actually do), the freedom to think of all the things we are going to accomplish.

Fridays are especially important for hunter because they are lovingly known as "Ronald McDonald Friday".  I know I know, moms and dads around the world are saying yuuuuck!! but for hunter there is something magical about a happy meal. From the moment I step into the door of the classroom he is saying "friday? Macdonalds?? friday?? Macdonalds??.. French fries are known as frenchies and the pickle on the cheese burger is a glorious piece of gold that only he can discover.

Occasionally I have a brain lapse (hahaha very funny for those that just said Occasionally??) and order a cheeseburger myself. I quickly change my mind after the first bite and just before I toss it, gagging and my scraping the taste off my tongue violently with a napkin, I give my pickles to hunter.

One peaceful Saturday morning I am changing hunter's diaper (which i need to add is poopy) and I grab some wipes to wipe that tooshy clean and well, as i wipe I see that there is a long, dark, textured, string lookin thing hanging out of his bum. In my mind I am FREAKING out thinking "Oh my god, is this a worm? Is this what they look like? Did he swallow something? Is this yarn or fabric from a stuffed animal?? If this is a worm, I will simply pull it out, throw up, and then we will go to the hospital."

All of these thoughts are running through my head. I am trying to keep calm because i don't want hunter to notice I am trying to look at something important and start playing with it so I grab a wipe, take a good grip on this extraterrestrial phenomenon and pull. Now I pull a little and it comes out, I pull more and more comes out. I pulled a good inch or two out of his bum. I lay the wipe down, (on another wipe people, not the table..gross) and finish up with hunter and get him in front of cartoons so i can go investigate without his help.

I turn on a light, grab the wipe, still thinking about everything it could be and just as i look at it i realize i know what it is.....it's his pickle.... rind.

This boy had swallowed his pickles after 1 bite and the fleshy part had dissolved leaving the un-chewed rind to not digest and come out through his poop.


All that's left to say is we will no longer be getting extra pickles. Gross.