Only my kids...

Last night while I was making dinner, Brian runs into the kitchen completely frantic holding Kailyn. He found Kailyn eating wet paint. It's no big deal for me so I just take her and wash her mouth out and send her on her way. Brian is completely freaking out and makes me call my parents. They are not really surprised that one of my kids was eating a toxic substance, my dad says just give her some milk and if I'm (Brian) is still worried about it call poison control. So Brian makes me call. I call and the guy I was talking too recommended me on my calmness of the situation. If he looked hard enough, he would of found that I probably have a file that is a mile long. The file started when I was about 16 yrs old. The child that was involved was a little boy named Ashur. Does everyone remember Ashur as a little kid? That freaking kid was always getting into things! He was such a monster, I never wanted to have kids because of him! Anyways, my kids have picked up right where Ashur left off. Well, the guy said that she would be fine, just keep an eye on her, give her some milk and call back if you have any more questions. (Milk is the universal antidote.) So it turns out she was fine, I told Brian that she was fine, but he didn't listen. 10 points for me!