Well folks I'm still in recovery mode from an all day trip to the Emergency Room I made yesterday with all five boys alone. Everybody is just fine, but when we found Nicholas with an empty bottle of medication I had to call poison control. The assistant recommended we get him to ER ASAP. She even suggested I call an ambulance if I didn't think I could get everybody out the door in less than 10 minutes.
So, much to his delight, Nicholas rode in an ambulance surrounded by cooing emergency personnel and was the envy of every other boy. Six hours of Nickelodeon, infinite hospital snacks and many tests later, they gave us the all clear and sent us home. I had a feeling that that was the way it would end, but I wasn't going to take any chances.
When my husband arrived at the hospital after work, Zachary explained the situation this way, "Papa, Nicholas got into medicine and so the police came and got him." And let that be a warning to little boys everywhere.
In other news, the boys have built themselves "work benches" out in the garage out of an old train table I was throwing away. They've been hard at work for hours upon hours...