Of Course There Was the Time That…. My Children Pepper Sprayed Themselves

Calm down. They don’t die or have any lasting effects just so you know! I learned to carry it always… I do live in Louisiana. We are somewhat known for our serial killers (at least that is what I hear from my non Cajun friends). While deeply troubled men were still roaming free, the women (and men) of Louisiana were taking defense classes and purchasing pepper spray by the truckload. You could get cool leather keychains with a small can of spray, some that clipped to your belt, attached into a cell phone case, or one that looked like a lipstick. I don’t know about you but if I’m faced with a serial killer I don’t care what my pepper spray looks like just as long as it works. Amen?

So anyway, my point was that my kids were in the vehicle waiting on me (I only ran back into the house for my cell phone before we left) and while I was searching all over the house for the phone gone they found my pepper spray in what I thought was a secret place.

NOTE TO SELF: sunglass holder is no longer secret.

They found it, got curious, and then what do you think they did? Of course they sprayed it! They are boys. Creatures of adventure. Curious young men in training. They sprayed lots of it too. When I got back to the SUV all I could hear was coughing and through the fogged up windows I could see Andrew’s face pushing up against the glass . I became…. (duh, duh, duh, duh) … SuperMOM!!

Well, not really but I did grab them and pull them out of the SUV. They had thick phlegm and other crazy stuff coming out their mouth and noses and were hacking, and coughing and completely red. I knew it wouldn’t kill them. I come from a military family and getting gassed is like one of the sacred rites of manhood.

My grandpa would be so proud.

I did feel like a complete idiot calling poison control but as soon as I told them I lived in Louisiana they went easy on me. Needless to say, my children were fine within 30 minutes and I had to make an additional trip that day for ice cream.

The end.

Comments

  1. LOL! I love the adventure of raising boys, don’t you? Yep, always a next time…

  2. Cynthia says:

    LOL! Reminds me of the time dh sprayed pepper spray in our house… He didn’t know what was in the bottle so he sprayed it! ACK!

  3. ChristiS says:

    oh mercy! I can totally see my boys doing something like that!

  4. Thank God the kids are ok. No matter how many times we are told it just takes a second and something happens. I am sure the boys enjoyed the ice-cream.
    So I guess you now know your pepperspray works.

  5. Kelli says:

    Isn’t it nice to have boys? You never have to worry about your being mundane and boring!!!!

  6. Yvonne says:

    Yep, as a mom to three boys ages ten to sixteen, I totally “get,” this post.

  7. Ellen says:

    The end…(until next time)..

    I know how that goes…when we were growing up my mom used the “mom curse” on my brother. you know the one, “some day you’ll grow up to have a son just like you…”

    The joke now is that is almost worked. I have a son just like him…

    ;-)

  8. Nikowa@KHA says:

    Oh the things boys do! :)

  9. Mary says:

    LOL! How hilarious. Well all’s well that ends well. Glad they’re okay. This will be a great story one day to tell the grandkids!

    BTW – I just finished our website and another group’s website. :)

    http://www.sanctuaryofsummerville.com
    http://www.tntwomensministries.com

    Of course I used a template but doctored it up. Thanks again for all the tips and help. You’re awesome!




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