Regular readers will know I try to link up to #wickedwednesdays run by fab Brummy Mummy of Two. And, as Toddler H’s tantrums started when she was 11 months, it’s something I manage to do?most weeks…
This week my #wickedwednesday post fills me with dread: Toddler H has discovered the battery compartment on remote controls…. and can open them. She discovered this once before we went on holiday and I hoped she’d forgotten and that was that. But no, we got back last night and just 15 minutes ago, sat beside me, tired and refusing a nap, she picked up the remote, turned it over and opened it up. Just. Like. That.
I, of course took a photo and grabbed it off her in one fail swoop.
H is so dexterous, so determined and so full of tantrums if I take the remote off her. I’ve read so many horror stories of children eating batteries, I’ve worked in a field that revolves around poisoning and safety!
Goodness knows where we can now keep the remote controls, or maybe we’ll try good old Sellotape. Why do I have recollections of grandparents remote controls covered in tape? Did remotes just break easier, or was it because they too were scared WE would eat the batteries? I can’t remember, but I’m more than happy to try anything.