Friday Fictioneers: batteries not required

Inspired by the latest prompt for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wysoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple   I throw my hat into the ring and offer you my take on the prompt for 3/4/2016.

Batteries copyight-sean-fallonCopyright-Sean Fallon

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Batteries Not Required

It was with great alarm that Joan found her two-year old son, Bobby, chewing on a AAA alkaline battery. Snatching the dimpled and dripping form from his chubby little hand she yelled,

“NO! This is not candy!!”

Bobby burst into tears.

Examining him closely she saw no sign of irritation and checking the battery saw no signs of leakage. She immediately started storing them in a tightly sealed jar on the top shelf of the pantry.

She went apoplectic when, at age three, she found him atop the pantry ladder, jar in hand.

The pantry door is now locked.

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WORDS:  100

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35 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: batteries not required

    • Lynda says:

      Lori, as a child I had often done hair raising things and my mother had a heck of a time keeping me on terra firma. I do recall from a very young age being on top of the refrigerator and eating some forbidden substance.

  1. Carolyn Page says:

    Lynda, this sounds like a real event?
    Scary! Children are so inventive and stubborn when their little eyes (and tummies) want satisfaction. Hospital emergency wards are full of them!

    • Lynda says:

      Alicia, thank you! As a preschool teacher and later primary teacher I have seen and heard some things that made my hair stand on end. As a child I ran my mother ragged. This one practically wrote itself. 😉

    • Lynda says:

      Siobhan, Thank you for visiting. As for Joan, she wears the key on one of those stretchy, spiral key chains you put on your wrist. 😉 No kids here, but I get you; high shelves and all cabinet/pantry doors in the kitchen are securely latched! I own a talented and tricky terrier! 😉

  2. Michael says:

    Dangerous lad this: Your story reminded me of when I used to play with lead batteries in the nineteen fifties, not my best idea. Liked the apoplectic ending.

    • Lynda says:

      Michael, people often say they wonder how a child made it to adulthood, but really the better question is how did their mother survive it?
      Thanks for visiting and commenting today. 🙂

  3. shoreacres says:

    I used to joke to the owner of a tiny dog that I thought he ran on AA batteries. Perhaps I wasn’t so far off. On the other hand, kids are kids. There was a boy in my grade school who would eat a spoonful of dirt for a nickel. I’m not sure how much he ate, but i watched him do it at least twice, and he always had penny candy.

    • Lynda says:

      LOL! Linda, I new some nasty little boys who ate worms and tried to get me to do it too. (Was I three?) Nope, it was never gonna happen, because those worms were my friends and I kept them in my pockets… this was back in the day of wringer washers. Remember those? :mrgreen:

  4. Archon's Den says:

    Lock that pantry door! I have two nieces who split their mom’s 36-piece chocolate-coated Ex-Lax bar. They went on to drink Javex (alkali disinfectant). One repeated the feat a year later. How did we live to get old? 😳 Great cautionary tale. 🙂

    • Lynda says:

      Archon, when I think about it I do wonder. No rest for mothers, or for preschool/primary teachers as was my case. And yes, I too remember how difficult I was! LOL!

    • Lynda says:

      Thank you, Dreamer of Dreams. You know, just for the fun of it, I went looking to see if such a word exists. I couldn’t find one. I did however find that this is very common in very young children and dogs. The child usually does it in the teething stage, but now I wonder, does the dog do it for the same reason?

    • Lynda says:

      Dear Rochelle,

      I never had children, but I taught preschool and early primary grades for many years. There are some real corkers out there!

      Shalom,
      Lynda

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