Dooms Day Machine

This is the name by Dad (Papa) calls all children when they are little, busy and into everything. Well, this name fits my son to a T! I'm sure Papa will agree after spending a week with him. I think it was Wednesday night when Garrett had his first real traumatic incident. I was on the couch reading my book and Garrett was playing in the kitchen. He wasn't making to much racket so I wasn't worried till...he came running into the family room gagging with blue foam coming out of his mouth. I had left the dishwasher open and somehow he managed to get the dispenser open and he took a bite out of the Electrosol Dish Tab. I immediately rinsed his mouth out and called poison control. I originally thought he ate the whole thing till I found the left over about an hour after the fact. Poison Control just said to get him to drink as much water as I could get in him and to stand by for a lot of vomiting and the runs. He did not vomit, but he did dry heave a bit. He seemed fine after and hour or two so I carried on like normal and he was fine. Thank Goodness! I guess I didn't get any "mom of the year" points that night. I just need to be more aware that I have a very curious little boy.