Tums

Mollie loves candy. And donuts. And make up. And Nikki's room.  Today I caught her in my room eating Kara's tums. I knew she was doing something wrong when I couldn't hear her. Silence is golden, but with a two year old, it's also very very dangerous.

I found her with a tums already in her mouth and when I asked her what she had, she just casually shrugged her shoulders as if nothing were the matter, and then casually started towards the door, avoiding eye contact (imagine a two year old trying to act natural, and that's Mollie in this moment in time).

I stop her, and tell her to spit it out

"uh, uh" from a tight lipped Mollie.

Now.

"mnof" ( translation, no)

I plug Mollies nose to get her to open her mouth. She finally makes eye contact with me. The battle of wills has begun. For a full thirty seconds Mollie stares me down, and I return the gaze. Her lips pucker, then crack slightly. It's the opening I need. I jam my finger inside, and fish out the remnants of a red tums.

Mollie is not happy, and voices her displeasure.

Call to poison control averted. That particular phone call comes under Kara's watch... also Mollie.