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As you may remember, my preschooler is struggling to sleep. She’s willing to rest, but the scaries keep

her from shutting her eyes.

 You can read all about that struggle in my “Who’s Afraid of the Dark?” post.

So, last night when I was taking a shower at 9:30 p.m., she was still awake in her room wrestling with

her imagination. In yet another attempt to soothe her worries, my husband had left her door ajar,

and opened and lit up the hall closet. Enter high drama. I slipped into the shower for 20 minutes and

when I came out, Sophia was sitting in her bed, room as bright as an airport, and fingering some small,

unidentifiable object. I moved in closer for a better look.

“Sophia, what is that?” I asked as she rolled half a gelatin capsule in between her thumb and index

finger. It was then that I spied the back of a package of magic sponge capsules – the kind you throw in

water and watch grow into sponge creatures.

Sophia helpfully pointed out a mass of sponges piled beneath her bed and then asked, “Are there any

more jelly beans Mommy?”

My stomach lurched, “Did you eat these Sophia?”

“Yea.”

“How many?”

“Five.”

I felt the hysteria well in my throat. They’ll have to pump her stomach, or worse, perform surgery to

remove the blockage. My husband calmly inventoried the capsule pieces and sponges while Sophia

chattered away about the various creatures. We had 13 sponges and there had been 18 in the opened

package.

Because they assured us that Sophia would likely pass the sponges on her own, they answered the

phone and our concerns at 10:30 p.m., and were free, Poison Control has a newfound place in my heart

and on my speed dial.