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?