Olives
We walked down to get the mail this afternoon, which is right under an olive tree. We got back in the house, and she played while I went thru the mail. In the 5 min it took me to sort the mail, I went out to discover her hands covered in something. . . it was on her mouth and down her shirt. I started freaking out, yelling at her to tell me what she ate! I licked her hands to see if it tasted toxic.
After a frantic search on my hands and knees, I found a small, chewed on, olive. A prompt bath followed.
After a frantic search on my hands and knees, I found a small, chewed on, olive. A prompt bath followed.
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