Last night we saw a McDonald’s commercial for a Big Mac snack wrap. As I understand it, it’s got Big Mac ingredients inside a soft tortilla. Looks awful, really horrid.
Isaiah gets excited and says, “Look! It’s a Happy Meal taco!” Then proceeds to tell the rest of us that since we like tacos, we should try it. I asked him if he’d be trying it, and he said, sadly, “No, I’m not a big fan of tacos.”
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
It Only Takes a Moment
Isaiah told me something today that stopped my heart. He said, “You know that thing that was on my shield? I ate it. I didn’t know.”
I must have looked puzzled, I assumed he ate a toy, for crying out loud. Then I thought about his shield, and he’d had a box of mints on it, so I asked about those. He said, “No. It was medicine. I didn’t know.”
Cue heart racing panic.
Daimean chimes in, “Yeah, he ate a Rolaids. It was on the dining room table.”
Yesterday I pulled a few coins, and for some reason, a Rolaids chewable tablet, from my pocket and absentmindedly set them on the table, then wandered off and forgot. Of course, one single Rolaids isn’t going to hurt him, but it’s a hell of a reminder that medicine often looks and/or tastes like candy, and it only takes one second for a child to eat it.
Please excuse me while I try to get my heart rate back under 200, and take a moment to be thankful that it was only antacid that I’d been careless with, and not Tylenol, Mortin or Excedrine – any of which may be found in my pockets or bag on any given day.
I must have looked puzzled, I assumed he ate a toy, for crying out loud. Then I thought about his shield, and he’d had a box of mints on it, so I asked about those. He said, “No. It was medicine. I didn’t know.”
Cue heart racing panic.
Daimean chimes in, “Yeah, he ate a Rolaids. It was on the dining room table.”
Yesterday I pulled a few coins, and for some reason, a Rolaids chewable tablet, from my pocket and absentmindedly set them on the table, then wandered off and forgot. Of course, one single Rolaids isn’t going to hurt him, but it’s a hell of a reminder that medicine often looks and/or tastes like candy, and it only takes one second for a child to eat it.
Please excuse me while I try to get my heart rate back under 200, and take a moment to be thankful that it was only antacid that I’d been careless with, and not Tylenol, Mortin or Excedrine – any of which may be found in my pockets or bag on any given day.
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