Kubla was 3. He wants to take my medicine, to be like his dad. I say no. I hide the bottle. He always seems moments away from an overdose.
I take an old bottle of vitamins and put jelly beans in it.
“Kubla, you can never take someone else’s medicine. My medicine is your poison. But I called your doctor. He says you have your own medicine, and that it’s very important you have one every day. He says I can’t even touch them—if I touch your medicine, I could get very sick. Will you help remind me?”
We each take our medicine, his a bit sweeter than mine.
How do you keep your kids away from things that can harm them?
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