Today I came into the kitchen to find that Nick had given his sister an open container of hot chili pepper flakes. He was reprimanded and sent on his way. Not 15 minutes later while I was doing the dishes it happened again. But not with something as easy as chili pepper, no… this time it was 3-in-1 Oil. Sound familiar? Except this time it wasn’t just terrible to clean up, it also resulted in a call to good old Poison Control. The good news is that she appears to be fine — the worst case scenario really involves digestive upset or respiratory problems, no specific toxicity. The woman already called back to check on Zoey, and will most likely call again. They sure are nice at Poison Control! Good thing too because at this rate they’ll just start calling me daily to see what toxic chemical the kids are into this time.
There's no place like home…
He must think she’s hungry …
So instead of you having poison control on your speed dial, they have you on their speed dial.
What fun.
Aww — this sounds like a blast (sarcasm). I’m so glad mine isn’t old enough to start doing those kids of things. Though, when she is — I know I’m in for it. I can already tell!