"Hello, Poison Control? I just wiped remnants from a heart-worm pill out of my son's mouth -- is this okay?"
Talk about a near fatal heart attack. According to the way-too-calm woman at Poison Control, he should be okay -- at the very worst a little vomiting. This after what seemed like an eternity on hold listening to a cheerful Musak rendition of "Frosty the Snowman."
Silly Norman, faking your medicine taking.
Always seeing the glass half-full, the husband points out the good news: The boy won't get heartworm anytime soon. And before hanging up says, "Please don't kill the baby."
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