Poly-Fil Premium Polyester Filling and Anpoo

The Evidence

This morning I sat down to watch conference with my daughter Sabrina.  She decided this would be a great time to finish her art project.  Upon pulling out all her supplies she realized that she was missing two pages of card stock needed to finish her project.  She flipped out.  Why is it that when a child is missing something it is always someone else's fault, usually a sibling, but more often than not mom or dad's?  After calming her down, I reminded her that her mother owned at least a couple years supply of card stock in her craft room.  I opened the door to the craft room and went in to find the needed colors of paper.  As I searched, I heard the sound of crackling plastic and I turned just in time to see Andrew zipping from the room.  I looked down and saw May Brit's bag of poly-fil premium polyester filling, or as Anpoo calls it: fluff, pillaged and strewn out the door.  I immediately tracked him down and pried the fluff from his surprisingly strong fingers.  The whole time he giggled and laughed, until I removed the pilfered fluff from him and he became upset.  This is not a new event.  Shortly after Andrew came to us, one night we checked on him as we went to bed only to find one of his stuffed animals de-fluffed and his entrails scattered around the crib and surrounding floor.  While we were saddened to see the demise of his once beloved tigger, we cleaned it up and thought little more about it.  A couple of days later, Andrew seemed to be congested and have a running nose.  A simple cold, right?  A few more days he seemed to have a sickly sweet smell about him.  No matter how often we bathed him, the smell quickly returned.  With the cold worsening and the smell getting stronger, May Brit did what any technologically advanced mother would do, she googled it.  The results showed that the symptoms indicated the possibility of juvenile diabetes.  Five minutes later she was out the door and off to the doctor's office.  Tests came back negative, but the scent was still there.  A few days later, I was cleaning off the top of the refrigerator and found some candles that smelled remarkably similar to Andrew's new aroma.  We started thinking, did he shove pieces of the crayons or the like up his nose?  We looked and we thought we saw something up there, but were not sure.  So back to the doctor's office where after a careful nasal examination, the doctor extracted a rather large wad of poly-fil premium polyester filling from Andrew's nose.  It had been up there long enough that skin had started to grow over the wad and it was really uncomfortable and a little bloody to exact.  About a month later, that faint scent started to come back and so another visit to Instacare was in order.  This time another doctor decided to irrigate Andrew's nose and flushed it out.  Andrew did not like that... at all.  Every time we drive by the doctor's office he says "Fluff up nose, doctor give owees" After these two incidents, one would think that he would think twice before even touching the stuff.  As time has passed, we have found a few more de-fluffed critters, mattresses, and pillows.  And twice more (that I know about!) we had to do some home extractions that required two adults and a couple of teenagers for immobilization. We hope that part of toddler-hood has past us by.  So far, so good...