“I think I’m going to be sick,” another child said. Gagging noises sounded from the back of the van.
We arrived home safely, if not slightly nauseated, after the six-hour drive. Over the next couple of days, I occasionally noticed the same odor.
“Nana, want to hold the new rock I found for my rock collection?” my granddaughter asked on day four of my visit. “I found it outside under the bushes at Auntie’s house,” she said and pulled a round, white mothball from her coat pocket. “See how smooth it is?”
Warning…in the event you placed mothballs under shrubs to keep away rabbits or stray cats, you should keep a close watch on any grandchild who collects rocks, or at least check his or her pockets regularly.
I’m grateful my little one knew to not eat “rocks.” I think, too, there is a good chance she will be a geologist someday.