Everything is okay.

[rivka]

The milestone every parent looks forward to: first call to Poison Control.

"Ow, my lip hurts!" Alex said suddenly.

"Let me see... did you bite it?"

"No, I bited the pump," i.e., the hand sanitizer. 62% ethyl alcohol, harmful if swallowed, contact poison control immediately.

"What were you doing biting the pump?"

"I wanted to taste it, but it's yucky."

"How much did you eat?"

"Just a little bit."

I didn't think it could do any harm, but I called just in case. Poison Control seemed to detect a note of disgusted embarrassment, rather than panic, in my voice, and led me through a series of demographic questions before telling me to give her a glass of milk and she'd be fine.

She decided to taste the hand sanitizer. What the hell?

Comments

[minnaleigh.livejournal.com]

I am not a parent but I was responsible for the first time we called Poison Control for my niece. Did you know that a small child could think that a vial of contact lens solution without a lid is a "tiny, tiny cup for drinking"? She came into the room complaining about the "yucky, yucky juice in Aunt Tat's room". Juice? What juice? Cue panic.