The Hazards of Pacifier Swapping

So if you'll recall, a while back I posted about a call from the day care and how it can totally freak a person out.  A call from the day care is terrible.  It makes your blood run cold.

On Thursday I was eating lunch with my fellow lunch gals.  You know, sitting around.  Shooting the breeze.  Dreaming about summer break which is only 14 work days away.  Making plans for days at the pool, Big Brother get togethers (oh reality television, how you have a hold on me), and dinner dates.

And in the midst of these dreams, my phone rings.  The caller ID shows the day care. 

Seriously.  Hasn't my kid been through enough lately?  Haven't we had enough illnesses in our house?  What possibly could be wrong with my kid?
But then, I had a small panic attack. With my little one's track record as of late all I could think of was, "Holy moly.  He's found out that he has teeth and he bit somebody."  Truthfully, I have nightmares about this.

Well, I haven't yet.  But I'm sure that I will.

Anyways, when I picked up the phone I was shocked by what I heard.  Let me give you a little background first.

See, when Cooper was a teeny tiny baby we were told that he was an "efficient eater."  He would eat an entire bottle and he didn't spit up.  Nope.  He took in all of those yummy milk calories and put them to use.

So when I was told that he threw up while he was at day care, I knew he didn't feel well.  But then, it got worse.

Not only did my little darling get sick all over himself.  Oh no.  You see, that would be too simple. And in my house, with my family, we don't do anything simple.

We will look for hours for a camera battery charger.  We'll then get angry because we can't find it because it's never put in the same place twice.

Want to do some landscaping and plant a rose?  Nah.  We'll plant five!

Want to put in hardwood floors?  Sure!  But we'll pick the absolute smallest planks possible to cause more back breaking work!

And our latest quarrel.  Want to get a shed?  Sure!  Wait, you want to build one yourself?  Wait, you don't want to just buy a ready-made shed?  Wait, what's going on here?  Results of this to come.

Anyways, back to my story.

So Cooper is sick at day care and that's not the end of the story.  You see, apparently the day before had been "pacifier swap" day.  You know, because your pacifier is just never as good as the other guys.

And keeping with the sharing theme, my little sweetie decided to share his, um, how to put this politely.  He decided to share his ejection of milk with the poor guy that he was playing with.

And that, my friends, represents the hazards of pacifier swapping.