Thank goodness I stopped in to check on Robbie before he went to sleep Thursday night. I found a Gymboree bag full of books and a stuffed Cookie Monster that he had curled himself around. When I went to pull it out of the crib (I may be relaxed about a lot of stuff, but plastic bags in the crib is a line I’m not willing to cross), I discovered something that bothered me even more than a plastic bag in the crib. Robbie had strung the bag around his neck. I can’t even imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t gone in to check on him before heading to bed myself.
In the morning, Robbie woke up and immediately asked for his, you guessed it, purse. I wasn’t sure which problem to address first… Plastic bags. Rope around the neck. Or the fact that my son wanted his purse. I started with the fear factor, talking to Robbie about how dangerous it was to play with bags, especially before going to sleep. I’m not entirely sure he completely understood what I was trying to say, but he did get that it was dangerous. He wouldn’t touch any of the books in the bag for two days, telling me, “Dangerous, Mama,” whenever I tried to get a book out. He did, however, readily accept the Cookie Monster he desperately wanted.