The Fretful Mother's Blog

When my daughter was about 2, my DH (which does not stand for dear husband) didn’t see anything wrong with letting her play with a sample of mouthwash we had received in the mail. When she came in to see me, her breath smelled of alcohol. I immediately rushed to question him about the possible causes of something that really shouldn’t be occuring for another 19 years.
He very nonchalantly explained that it was probably from the mouthwash and that she must have outsmarted the child-proof lid. I found the bottle, which was now empty, though I didn’t really know how much she consumed. I was now in full-blown panic. I was imagining alcohol poisoning, coma, DFS, probably in that order. I called poison control. They instructed me to give her peanut butter crackers and apple juice and not let her fall asleep for at least two hours. So it wasn’t as dire as I expected, but in the future I’d recommend throwing away all free samples. (For future reference, this was the first of my now forbidden calls to poison control.) You can never be too safe.

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