Hot Dog in the Bed

After How to Train Your Dragon, Sebastian decided to go into his own room to watch Finding Nemo (yes, he has a TV in his room, let’s not talk about it right now) and eat his lunch (yes, he also eats in his room, at the table where the TV sits). His FAVORITE entree is Ketchup with a side of mustard.  Occasionally, he adds chicken or a hot dog or french fries, though french fries are basically an apparatus from which to suck ketchup and mustard.  Yesterday, he went with a hot dog.

I went in to drop off some clean laundry and refresh his juice and saw his plate licked clean of ketchup and mustard with no hot dog, so I picked it up to take to the dishwasher.  I asked if he needed anything else.  He said no.  I turned to go.

Just as I reached the door, he said “And Mom?” I turned back around to see his sweet, triumphant smile, responding with one of my own, as he said “I threw my hot dog in Audrey’s bed!”

My eyes bugged out of my head – who DOES that? – and I searched through Audrey’s crib, finding every last piece of hot dog.  I wrote a mental note to launder her blankets and sheets as I admonished Sebastian about keeping food on the plate.  Then I went off to do dishes and more laundry and make some phone calls.

Needless to say, Audrey’s crib linens completely slipped my mind which brings us to this morning, when I went in to find Audrey, awake and smiling with a “Hi!” to greet me, reeking of hot dog.