September 3, 2008

Only My Kid

How many times can you call poison control before they send DHS to your house?

I made another call today. Aidan was jacking around in my truck in the garage. He was supposed to be putting his bag of toys in there for our trip this evening. Mere seconds later he comes running in, tongue hanging out, hands wildly slapping his own mouth. I had no idea what the heck he could have done. I went out to the garage to see my can of pepper spray laying on the floor. Yes, Aidan sprayed himself in the mouth with pepper spray. He was freaking out! I know how that stuff feels, I had to get sprayed in the face with it during training when I was a parole officer. But I had the sense to keep my mouth shut at least!

Now after the trauma is over I can't help but laugh about it. Dang fool kid! I'm just thankful for some blogging material. I'm going to hell for that aren't I?

4 comments:

Jen said...

I am sorry for your son but really that is too funny. Poor kid.

Sarah said...

Geeze! Feed the kid already!! Poor thing. Saw pepper and thought he was getting some Mexican for a snack. Sorry! I'm laughing my kiester off over here!

~aj~ said...

Not the first time you've called poison control?! Apparently I'm missing out on some good stories.

The only thing that could have improved today's post was if you could have caught it on video. I can only imagine the chaos. :)

Anonymous said...

poor lil boy! girl, you are hysterical! I can't get enuf of your posts! keep 'em comin'!
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