St. Joseph's Baby Aspirin

I am about three-years-old. I am in a hospital. I have thrown up a pool of orange "candy." I seem to be pretty pleased with myself.

[Alright, I must set this memory up, because the little that I remember has been reinforced by the stories my parents love to tell about this incident. By the way, I suspect this is what led my parents to lock me into my bedroom during nap- and bed-time. Apparently, I have always used my toes (much to the chagrin of my children's father), because I climbed the kitchen cabinets like a "little monkey" (my mother's words) to the very top shelf and ate an entire bottle of St. Joseph's children's aspirin. Yummy! They taste like orange. They are small and they look like candy. After climbing down and enjoying my treat, I put the empty bottle into my brother Craig's crib and exclaimed to my dad, "He did it!" My parents proceeded to speed to the nearest hospital where my stomach was pumped. Later my dad asked me to show him how I got the bottle and he watched me nimbly navigate the knobs with my toes.]

~Mama