A three-year old’s mind June 15, 2008
So it’s been a while since I’ve had to call anyone at poison control, but apparently C thought we should get back in touch today.
I had the boys outside with bubble wands this afternoon, while A was painting the garage. A asked me to go inside to grab another roller. He stopped painting to watch the boys as the chased their bubbles about the driveway. I had gone less than a step down the basement stairs, which I heard A yelling “Claudia…get out here.”
I ran out expecting a scraped knee, and instead saw C gagging next to the patio set. Apparently he had made a bee-line for the gallon of liquid bubble soap, and literally grabbed it and chugged it to A and T’s horror.
I brought him inside and dialed good-old 1-800-222-1222. The operator assured me that he would be ok because it was labeled non-toxic, though she indicated that he might have a stomache ache later.
I gave him a snack and a juice, and then asked C what he had been thinking.
With a very straight face he said “I thought I could make my poop into bubbles”
Sigh.
