Tiny bubbles

Or in this case, micro beads. You are asking yourselves "what's a micro bead?" Well...here's the story.

Tuesday Ben was upstairs "resting" and was supposed to stay in his bed until otherwise instructed. He got up to potty, which is allowed certainly but returned to the big bed instead of his own. Usually this would be fine but for some reason he decided to hunt for my pink micro bead pillow. Now I usually have this put away because I fear there being micro beads everywhere so it was placed in the cradle as not to attract certain little boys. Anyhoo, Ben took the pillow, returned to his room and commenced jumping on it.

Now it was towards the end of he's allotted "rest time" so I didn't fuss about his jumping. Perfectly normal nearly 4 behavior. However if I had known what he was jumping on...that would have been a different matter all together.

Eventually Ben called downstairs to ask if rest time was over. I said yes and headed up the stairs to open the gate. He called out "Don't come up here mommy." Oooh, noes. You never want to hear that so I just opened the gate, and went back downstairs. He came along in a few minutes calling "Mom! I'm a prickly pear!" You guessed it...he was covered with tiny micro beads from head to toe...and the condition of his room? A light covering of micro beads that looked a bit like a dusting of snow. There was a hole in the pillow.

So now we have determined that we will be finding micro beads around the house, the next house and so on quite possibly for the rest of our days.