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ARGH! Popcorn!

Took ourselves off to the Baby Expo today. Braved it with the kids, gotto say it's MUCH easier to go without them... I think they had a grand old time; they got balloons and hot chips, lollipops and yogurt, a turn on a giant enclosed trampoline and apple juice... They were pretty well behaved overall, but they definitely needed a stern talking to on a couple of occassions... But mostly it was all good, right till the last 10 minutes... Then Luey spotted these wooden bikes that were retailing for an astronomical, and rather ridiculous $309, and he wanted one, and no matter what I said to try and explain I just didn't have that sort of money, he didn't want to know, and then he started screaming, and I mean SCREAMING!!! I carried him SCREAMING out of the main expo area, and as far as I could down the foyer (which wasn't terribly far, because I had Bryn in the ergo on my back)... I put him down, but he refused to walk, I started to walk away but he wouldn't come and strangers were starting to gather around the "lost" boy, so I had to quickly go and reassure everyone before they whisked him off somewhere... So, then I take his hand and start leading him away, and he starts pulling away and SCREAMING, "Ow, ow, that HURTS" (I LOOSELY had my hand around his wrist), and someone stopped me to ask if he was lost and looking for his mum, in other words, "Are YOU trying to abduct this boy?"... Thankfully, right at that moment he pitched in with a screaming, "But MUUUUUM! I WANT IT, GET IT FOR ME, BUY IT!!! PLEASE!!!!!"

Oh boy, he screamed on the tram, wanted to run of down the tram so I had to hold him on my lap, wriggling and writhing and screaming blue murder... Eventually, he started to slow down, and I hugged him and he sobbed and then was fine, and about 1/2hour later started to fall asleep...

This isn't normal Luey behaviour, normal for Erik until he was nearly five, yes, but not Luey. That said, this has happened about 4 times now (screaming tyrade type behaviour), and each time was about 2-3 hours after consuming popcorn covered in that yellow fake butter stuff. WHAT is in that? I mean WHAT is he reacting too??? It's scary, I tell you!

Well, other than the trip home, the rest of the afternoon was cool!

I picked up a couple of nice things there too...

These leg warmers for babies (yes, that is leg warmers you're reading, hahaha)...




and these ten books for $5o - that's $5 a book, you just CAN'T argue with that!!! Couple of GREAT books in there too, one by Mem Fox and The Witches Children, which I've heard is great...

Comments

Cabrissi said…
Sounds like you guys had a (mostly!) good day! Sorry we missed you, I just looked at everything we had to do and couldn't skip out on it. :-/ Also as far as the popcorn thing... The stuff they use as artificial butter flavoring, colouring and preservatives are pretty horrid, I avoid them as I get swelling and a light fever with a sore throat for the next few days and my asthma.

Ex it can contain a chemical (long unpronouncable name I've forgotten) which may induce carcinogenity and in lab animals was a precursor to stomach tumors and damage to DNA. Diacetyl, which is the butter flavor, has been noted in workers to make them vomit when inhailed, is linked to potentially fatal lung disease in factory workers who handle it and causes coughing and shortness of breath. It is thought ot realease when the stuff is heated. It's so far not certain if it's released when cooking but but studies are being pushed for since the whole popcorn works lung thing. Many brands of microwave popcorn also contain Yellow #5, which has been linked to allergic reactions esp in those with asprin issues, hyperactivity, asthma and other lovely issues. And that's not even including the rest of the artificial crap, saturated fats, insane salt levels etc.
casso said…
Um, I don't have anything that informed to say except - go Bryn in the legwarmers! Next thing oyu know he'll become a metalworker and want to dance for a living. :o)

On that note, a fascinating insight into the life of Cass: When Flashdance came out, my mum bought us both legwarmers and cut the necks out of all of her shirts so that they hung over her shoulder like Jennifer Beal. Not long after that I seem to remember her having to buy a whole new wardrobe. :o)

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