So a couple days ago I was at work when I got this call.
"Garrett just came out of the bathroom and said he ate some of the bathroom candy."
"Bathroom candy?"
"The only thing it could have been is the Tums. Everything else is locked up in the medicine cabinet."
"How many did he take?"
"He said 4."
I looked at the bottle of Tums we had at work and figured that it would be a good idea to call Telehealth just to be safe.
Julie called and was transferred to Poison Control. Thankfully they said that it would only give him a tummy ache at worst, so crisis averted.
That said, we've now gone and put those funky doorknob spinny things on a few of the doors in the house now that he's gotten good at infiltrating restricted areas.
Kids. I tell ya.
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