CREATIVE WAYS TO CLEAR OUT THE GENE POOL

Okay, so my kid brother—He’s fifteen—drank hygrogen peroxide tonight. Teenagers.:-) For those of you that know him he’s not usually . . . maybe I should stop now.

It’s Saturday. For a family in food service, it’s more like week-highlight than weekend. All except for the last member of the Unemployed Sibling’s Club, so he was home alone all day. Apparently, to piece the story together after the fact, he got busy working on things around the house and forgot to eat or drink anything except for a bowl of cereal this morning. I’ve done it before, and it won’t kill you, except that when his friends came to pick him up for band practice tonight, he got a bee in his bonnet and decided to race their car. Why, I don’t know—he’s a boy, and he’s fifteen. Enough said. Well, at the end of the race he was feeling a fair bit sick to his stomache from excercizing that hard on an empty stomache and without fluids, so the mother of the family picked up the nearest water bottle in their car and said, “Here, drink this.” Well, apparently one of her three teenage boys had filled it with hygrogen peroxide (no idea how to spell that) for sports cuts. My brother ended up throwing his guts up.

He has thoroughly enjoyed having my sister and I tag-team babying him and making sure he eats and drinks all night to counteract the poisoning of his system. It’s almost as good as the time my oldest brother got “TBS” mixed up with “TSP” when he was taking Benadryl and overdosed. Teenaged boys . . . Poison Control is a wonderful thing.

The moral to this story, as observed by my other younger brother—don’t drink hygrogen peroxide.