Grandma Ellis sent the kids some glow sticks for Matthew's birthday and the run-up to Halloween. We gave them one each to start with; then Melissa bent the rest of hers, starting the glow reaction, so I gave those to her too. She preferred them bent into bracelets.
Some time after putting the kids to bed we heard a disturbance from Melissa's room. Rachel wearily asked me to investigate. I poked me head in the door and Melissa told me "Ow, tongue!" I smelled something funny. She'd been chewing on one of the glow sticks and sure enough one was broken open and she had glowing yellow liquid on her. I got her a drink of water (I tried to get her to just rinse and spit but she drank it) while Rachel called poison control.
Turns out it is caustic, as Melissa found out, but not really dangerous in small amounts.
In some ways Melissa is an easier child than her brother. But we have never had to call poison control for Matthew. This is twice for Melissa. (The first time, which I don't think I blogged, was when she ate a handful of Tums. Which is funny, because Rachel would rather endure heartburn than eat those.)
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Thrice if you include "plant scare" in july, but who's counting?
I left that out on a technicality -- the doctor called Poison Control, not Rachel. :)
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