my SIL reminded me that my niece, who is now 26 yo and a librarian, drank something lemony smelling from her grandmothers detergent cup when she was small. She didn’t even get sick, just said i do NOT LIKE whatever grandmother has in that cup, it does NOT taste good. xsSIL called poison control and they said just give them plenty to drink to dilute it. this little piglet is the same niece who came to xshub and i, when they were visiting and before we had kids of our own, to ask “Can i have this candybar [a supersized snickers, gigunda!]” and i said, well you have to ask your mom and she replied “but she’ll say no!”
What kind of household cleaner was it? That child was lucky indeed.
While one of my mom’s sisters was stationed in Italy with her husband, they went on a train trip to Paris. They bought a bunch of small gifts-mostly humorous and odd ones-and sent them to family and friends. The ones they sent to my parents were a foil box of chocolate covered ant squares, and a little tin with a pretty picture of a woman in a sari on it that contained what looked like malted milk balls-they were actually flavored laxative.
My brother and I did sample the ants on a dare-they weren’t that bad-but one of my cousins ate several of the laxative candy things just because the tin was so pretty she assumed it contained real candy. She was really in a bad way for a couple of days, and we have never let her forget it.
I turned on the TV and there was that picture of Joe Biden with a woman apparently sitting on his lap, with a biker jacket type guy on each side-is he auditioning to do Bill Clinton’s gig now?