Yesterday morning I was enjoying a bit of a sleep-in when I heard the door to Ethan's room open. Asia was already gone on a man-date to coffee.
E. crawled into bed right beside me, tears in his eyes.
"What's wrong, bud?" I asked.
He held up a car Tejan and I had picked out for him at a garage sale the day before and stammered through his tears...
"Well, I just saw that this car is made in China.
And I was sucking on it before I knew that.
And I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
Because you know how everything from China has lead in it."
I reassured him that unless he fully ate about fifty of the tainted cars, I was pretty sure he would be okay. But that of course he shouldn't put his toys in his mouth.
And then we proceeded with our morning snuggle and on with our day.
When I was a kid you could suck on just about anything without worrying about dying... and I'm pretty sure a lot of our toys were made in China too. And when it snowed, I had to walk about ten miles to the bottom of our hill so the bus could pick us up...