Calling Poison Control...Again
This morning Michael found the cinnamon Trident gum in my purse and ate fifteen pieces. I KNOW they have a file on me at Poison Control, so I called my pediatrician's nurse in hopes of avoiding adding yet another entry. She said Michael would be fine, but that she wanted me to call...POISON CONTROL to be sure. AND, like she was reading my reluctant mind, she said, "I'll call you back in five minutes to see what they say. Ugh.
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