Poison Help Hotline

This past week in school Kev was taught about poison control.
What was good to eat and what's not.
Like chemicals that can kill you.....
They gave him this little magnet that has the 800 number on it and told him to hang it on his fridge.
Today while I was making cookies for our Family Home Evening treat he came to me with the magnet and told me he wanted to call that number and see what happened.
I explained that you could only call it when someone really ate something that could hurt them bad, that it was like calling the police if you didn't really need help.
He seemed to accept that and went outside, I assumed to play.
In just a few seconds he was back with a handful of dirt.
"Mom," he said, "I'm going to eat this....I'm going to eat this."
Seriously!
So then I had to explain that dirt wasn't poison, but that we didn't want him eating it or having it in the house.
He still insisted he was going to eat it.
I said at least do it outside, but I wasn't calling that number over dirt.
So he didn't eat it, but I still caught him about 5 min later with the phone trying to call the number anyway.

And now you all know why that boy of mine keeps me on my toes all day long.........