Bus time

Big Brother's bus for preschool comes a little after 12, and so I like to get them bundled up and to let big brother and little brother play outside while we wait for the bus to come. Today, they decided to go across the street, which is not unusual, since Grandma and Grandpa live there (and yes, I know it's like Everyone Loves Raymond.) Big brother decided to ring the doorbell, which I figured wouldn't hurt, the cars were all gone so everyone was probably at work. Surprisingly, Grandma was actually home, so we had a brief conversation before she went inside to work on her homework, and I determined I wouldn't let the kids bother her again.  They went around the side of the house to see the doggies, and everything was just peachy.

Then I see little brother leaning down towards something not so nice. A big plastic (open!) container of motor oil. Then it was like a slow motion play.

(All done to the music from Chariots of Fire)

Mommy starts running towards the baby.

Baby keeps leaning down.

Mommy starts to shout, "Nooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Baby keeps going.

Mommy gets closer.

Baby keeps leaning.

Mommy grabs baby, just as he sticks his whole left hand in the oil.

Time speeds back up and music stops.

Mommy picks up the baby and pulls his hand out away from his body. "Ewww! Looks like Grandma is going to get bothered." Because of course the bus will be here any minute and the oil is dripping all over the place and getting on the babies clothes and shoes, and damage control is needed! Thanks Grandma for the towel!