Not the brightest bulb on the tree

Hey, I'm not sure this one really counts, because it wasn't something I said to Hannah while I was on the phone, but I'll share it anyway. I'm really dusting off the old memory books for this one. We had just moved to Salt Lake. Our Hannah was just one year old at the time. We wanted to go to a movie. We had met some friends in our apartment complex, and they offered to keep Hannah while we saw the movie. I was a little nervous because we had never left Hannah with anyone but family before...Rick chided me and told me that I was being overprotective and all that...well, we had just bought our tickets when my cell phone rang. It was Jesse, our baby sitter. It was hard to hear in the lobby of the movie theatre...so I was pretty much yelling the whole conversation...(like that would help...) And I hear Jesse say,

"Megan, I don't think you need to come home, or anything, but Hannah ate a light bulb."

I was pretty sure I hadn't heard correctly, so I screamed into the phone,

"Hannah ate a light bulb???"

and the whole lobby turned and looked at me in horror.

But don't worry, it was only one of those long-lasting, energy efficient, mercury lined light bulbs that are shaped like ice cream cones...and Jesse was "relatively" sure that she didn't swallow any of the glass...so it's all good.

Hmmmm, perhaps that could explain some of Hannah's bizarre behavior...