Heh, sounds like you were about as smart as me. I drank paint thinner one time when I was 3. Someone out at my Granddad's house had the intelligence to pour it up in a drinking glass. Another time I took a whole bottle of my visiting Aunt's thyroid pills. I'd filched them from her luggage thinking they were candy. I may have been 5 or 6 that time. I think it took quite a few people to hold me down each time long enough to pump my stomach, so I didn't really like doctors for a long while after that either.
Yuck! I don’t remember the bleach incident; just got told abt. it.
I have a memory of sitting on a counter with my elbows in some liquid and some nurses there with the burns, but I have the scars to remind me. You’d think we’d learn!