Love Your Sister!

Rachel is becoming more and more mobile, even though she hasn't actually committed to a mode of locomotion. Because of this baby on the move, I have had to start helping Hannah become more aware of little toys that are very appropriate for a four-year-old but not for a 7-month-old. Barbie shoes, dress up jewelry, crayons, and Hungry Hungry Hippo marbles have taken on a whole new level of threat when left in the tall shag of the living room area rugs. After having to remove a Polly Pocket sized cellphone from Rachel's mouth I called my oldest daughter to my knee.
"Hannah, do you know what this is?"
"Polly Pocket's cell phone."
"What else could it possibly be?"
"Barbie's cell phone?"
"This looks like death for your sister. She could put in her mouth, choke, and die!"
Now, I will admit this was both sarcastic and alarmist, but sometimes you have to raise the alarm to get your point accross. So, I kid you not, a couple of days later, Hannah and I came home from out and about and when she walked into the living room, she said,
"Mommy, there is a lot of death on the floor. We better get it picked up."
Point made.