Mommy Paranoia

Last week, we received a gift in the mail from Jim's grandma, and it came packaged in a large box full of packing peanuts. Well, I thought it would be really fun to let Logan play in it and make a big mess; it was vacuuming day anyway. He was a little wary at first, but eventually got really into it.

As my two-year old was having a blast "swimming" in the box, I suddenly remembered a warning I'd heard about small children suffocating on Styrofoam. Just then he decided to put his head under, and I began having visions of ambulances and parental arrests. I couldn't stand it anymore. He was done. (But he sure had a fun time.)