I am clearly unfit for my job

[ailbhe]

"Hang on, come back down the stairs, did you say paint?"
"No, Mum, it's not paint, it's INK."

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Later, and less amusingly, I found that the medicines were not stored high enough (at the highest point in my bedroom I can reach without standing on a chair) and Linnea had carefully taken the "safe" dose of baby paracetamol/acetaminophen.

Two sachets, because that's the most that is safe.

Why yes, I cried. And we are investigating lockable medicine cabinets and trying to work out how to have the keys somewhere I can reach them and she can't. There are very few such places left.

I also explained - again, in a new way - that medicines are not "safe" but only a better option than being sick, and that "safe" doses when ill are a tiny bit poisonous when well.

I have no idea how to make this stick. And it's very important.

Thank heaven for pre-measured sachets.

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I have seen somewhere (no idea where, probably an Innovations catalogue) a key box with a hole and a latch that you reach by sticking your finger in the hole and bending it.

The idea is that an adult finger is big enough to reach but a child finger isn't; and because it has to bend once it's inside she can't simply shove in a stick or a hanger or something.

I don't know whether they're still available - it was about a decade ago.