Last night Evyn got into the gummy vitamins and ate what I estimated to be 45. I bought the bottle just two days prior and knew how many should be in there with exception of what I'd given them.
I called poison control.
After looking up the particular brand we had they determined he'd be perfectly fine because they contained no Iron, they were all water soluble and its take 300 of them to reach a dangerous level of vitimin A.
They informed us he didn't need anymore vitimins for 30 days and to expect a belly ache.
I decided then and there I was done with vitimins that tasted like candy. Period.
Once I realized he'd be ok, I put the fear of God in him.
Me: Evyn Tripp! That's so dangerous. You can't ever take more then the recommended doses of medications. I love you and I'm not ready for you to see Jesus yet.
Evyn: I hope it's Jesus and not the other one. :/
(I had to snicker a little at that)
This morning when he woke up he immediately announced, "Mom!! I'm ok. I didn't see Heaven or Hell."
I'm pretty sure this will be a story he tells his own children. ;)
