Is it summer yet?

So this three year old in my pre-school class comes in with a bottle of liquid Children's Tylenol, and she's smart enough to know that she isn't supposed to have it, so she hides it and takes nips off it until I catch her.

This is the same kid who ate my aide's hypertension medicine, my ginormous, stinky vitamin supplements, and goes digging through the trash for floor candy on a regular basis. Finding her drinking out of a medicine bottle wasn't a surprise, but I yeeked anyway and took it from her.

You would've thought I had smashed all her fingers with a hammer the way she screamed. She threw herself down and howled for her mother.

So I called her mother. Who said in robotic monotone "I didn't know she had that." And nothing else. I asked her what she wanted me to do with the medicine and Mom didn't know. (I've been informed that Mom is 19 and has three stepkids, one of which is badly damaged due to being rolled over on and smothered by the biological mother when the child was a baby. She has her own problems.)

So hopefully, the kid didn't get enough of it to hurt herself, but there's no way to tell. I gave it to her bus driver to return to the parents when they dropped her off. I'm probably a terrible person for hoping that the next meds she swipes will be something that will make her drowsy enough to keep her out of the other kids' backpacks for awhile. Yeesh.