Random thinking from inside my head 04/ Memories

Hello Everyone 

Welcome to the inside of my head

Todays topic is a little out of left field..  Memories Children help us create (things they do to us)

I was at Dance class on Wensday night and chatting to a few of my fellow dancers at the end of the night while my wonderful teacher went over some footwork and body movement with someone. 

We covered a few topics and as it does work came up, My passion is creating an exciting and compelling future for people primarily children and their families and once you get me stated its a little hard to shut me up, One of the young gentleman I was chatting to reminded me of a time long ago when I had first moved to Sydney and was working with a special family with two wonderful special children Maddie and her brother Angus,  Now Angus is a Very Special child in many many ways but most people remember him for the label of Autistic the doctors have given him..   

Im going to share this story with you so you to can enjoy the wonderful Memories that this family have left with me (permission was asked for and granted by the family) and all names remain the same so you can identify them in the future so you can be safe..

The story goes that we had only just moved to Sydney and had been living out of a serviced apartment (flash one) in Darling Harbor and didn't have all the creature comforts we were used to and Angus was having a little bit of trouble settling into this new environment, He was always trying to find new ways to challenge me and entertain (torment) his little sister that kept us on our toes, BUT one wonderful busy Sunny day I missed something (this does not happen often) that had happened in the morning, Mum had broken a nail and had run down to get some super glue from the local corner shop and had left it in her toiletry bag that normally does not have anything sharp toxic or red in it, (we had learnt from the last wall of shame but thats another story) its around 11 am and Angus wonders off to the toilet and a little while goes past and he hasn't come back..         TROUBLE  

I call out no answer, again I call out all is quiet to quiet then I hear ENNNNNNNA ENNNNNNNA (Angus cant say my name properly) that was about the time I put my body into warp speed and launch myself into the bathroom.

OK WARNING PEOPLE THE LANGUAGE HERE CHANGES DONT READ ON IF YOUR SENSITIVE 

(Background info is Angus rests him um little thingie on the toilet seat when he needs to drain it.)

I launch myself into the bathroom slipping on the tiles in socked feet almost breaking my neck on the bath tub I look up and he's standing at the toilet looking back over his shoulder at me with this oh &$%@ look on his face I look around frantic, no nothings broken bleeding or covered in red nail polish, I'm not broken or bleeding so what could be wrong..   Angus looks at me, looks back around and down to the toilet and looks back at me without saying anything so I pick myself up off the floor trying not to slide again take a step closer and you need me I ask, ennnna stuck he says 

STUCK??????

I approach with care (Angus does not like people to close or contact) to look at what's happened imagining he's placed his thingie under the seat playing a game (wishful thinking) and to my wonderful surprise I see that not only has he superglued his thingie to the seat but also his hand, completely stick no move no budge nada...   @%$^ was the first work out of my mouth (very responsible that was)

the whole tube of super glue has been emptied onto said body parts and mushed and is now floating with its lid of in the bottom of the toilet. Anybody with any experience with super glue now knows how totally messed up I now am.

Im stuck in Darling harbor with two children one who is rather stuck and one who is not and no parents in sight for about another nine hours......    

Option One I could leave stuck child behind and go for help with mobile child its not like he can go far.. (not really something a responsible adult like myself could do)

Option Two I call the parents (Not a Option) 

Option Three I take mobile and stuck child with me.

Use your imagination now..... I'm walking through a busy crowded Darling Harbor at lunch time on a nice sunny day with one child shuffling along holding (stuck) onto a toilet seat clutching on for dear life to the back of his pants with his loving little sister laughing all the way through the mall past the food court and down to the corner shop and back and me trying to look like all was under control that we do this all the time honest, we made it to the shop and with a little explaining the gentleman (he didn't laugh at us while we were there) recommended we purchase two bottles of nail polish remover and try rubbing...   I proceeded to march everyone home and I can happily tell you with a little elbow grease (no pun) Angus is now able to roam free from the toilet seat.

Angus no longer plays with super glue or rests his thingie on anything anymore, No animals were hurt in this story.

MENTAL NOTE: Do not leave superglue below head height anywhere near any children and some adults ever. 

I hope you have enjoyed a little giggle, come back soon for some more scary adventures from inside my head.

Selena