3 years old, and with the desire for Flintstones Tylenol, I began my quest. I made sure my mother was occupied with my baby sister and out of sight. I then entered the bathroom, where I climbed up atop the toilet, and from there pulled myself across to the bathroom sink.
I recalled my observances of my parents opening a door behind the mirror several times to take out those sweet Flintstones Tylenol tablets for me when my head hurt. After remembering this, I gave a nod of approval and pulled open the cabinet. Then, I carefully read the directions in great detail to know how much I could safely eat; the whole bottle.
The uncanny resemblance to not only the appearance, but the taste of these tylenols toward the PEZ candies was quite striking. My only flaw in this whole scheme was that I carelessly left the mirror door open and the bottle of Tylenol on the sink. Curse my laziness! Actually, if I hadn't covered my ass and cleaned up I may not have been able to tell this story!
After ignoring the call of my mother for me the last 5 minutes while I was on mission, she became curious as to what her 3 year old son was doing. My sloppiness had failed me, and I was busted, and although I was not scolded by my mother, I was thrown into the car instantly and taken to the hospital to have my stomach pumped. I don't remember any part of the entire event being unpleasant at all actually.
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