Most of the day was very relaxed and nice. We went to breakfast at one of our favorite places, and then went to late service to see Blake and the other kids who went to VBS last week sing in church. The afternoon passed quietly, with the kids napping and me enjoying a book on my Nook. I wanted to take them swimming, but a West Texas dust storm (which seems to be the weather every single day lately) put the kibosh on that. After a fun BBQ dinner, Courtney had to leave for work, so I began my night shift with the kids.
I had to go to the bathroom. Now, it didn't feel like I was in there any longer than usual, but maybe I let myself luxuriate on the throne for a few extra minutes, it being my special day and all. My first clue that something was amiss should have been the fact that I didn't hear the children.
Maybe you remember this about Jack, but he likes to get into things that he's not supposed to. Since he's not tall enough to reach the light switches, he instead prefers to kill the light in Daddy's eyes, one messy act at a time. I left the bathroom and immediately smelled oranges, so I made like Toucan Sam and followed my nose. When I reached the kitchen, I discovered two things. First, Jack has learned how to defeat the "childproof" latches on our kitchen cabinets. Second, he had sprayed about half a bottle of Murphy Oil Wood Cleaner With Orange Oil on the kitchen floor, everything else stored under the kitchen sink, and his clothes. Amazingly enough, there was very little of it on his skin.
As I took him to his room to change him, though, he tried to kiss me (he knew he was in trouble) and I could smell oranges on his breath. Great. The lid wasn't off the bottle, so I knew he at least hadn't chugged it down, but I still worried. A call to Leanne, the friendly poison control nurse, set my mind at ease. He may have very tangy smelling diapers for the next day or two, but that should be the only aftereffect.
Two things I learned today:
- Having the number for Poison Control in your house is a MUST. If you live anyplace in the USA, the number is 800-222-1222.
- Many of my favorite treats are orange-flavored things (orange soda, those chocolate-orange sticks, Dreamsicles). Apparently, Jack likes orange-flavored things, just like his dad. What do you know? We bonded on Fathers Day after all...