Mom of Boys Code Talk
Blog Daughter VW talks about a scare she had with her youngest yesterday. He got into a poisonous plant.
I have to tell you, I have not met one mother of a boy, NOT ONE, that has never had to call Poison Control. This is a very standard conversation between mothers of boys and unfortunately VW was indoctrinated into it today when we went to breakfast with her smoochy boys:
Mom1: My boy ate ‘insert some potentially poisonous thing here’.
Mom2: Did you call Poison Control?
Mom1: Yes.
Mom2: Aren’t they nice?
Sometimes it’s a short version and goes like this:
Mom1: My boy ate ‘insert some potentially poisonous thing here’.
Mom2: Aren’t they nice at Poison Control?
Heh. They’re nice in the ER too, by the way.
posted by Bou | 8:44 PM
2 Comments:
I'm pretty sure that when I was a kid the Poison Control hotline hadn't been invented yet.
Mom just paddled us if we started eyeballing the dangerous stuff with a "wonder what that tastes like?" look. :-)
Older than dirt, but I can still recall being smarter as a kid than to ingest poisonous stuff... although I did try a bit of my older sister's mud pie, once *spit* and a wee tad of cat food in an attempt to get a stray to eat...
Not a mother (obviously) of a boy, but I know full well our son never ingested anything more toxic than some "tasty" Tums (and my enchiladas).
Ah, well. Perhaps it's a recent phenomenon...
:-)
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