John ate a vitamin.

That's right. He ATE it. Chewed it up and swallowed it.

Why am I telling you this, you ask?

Well, because it is my fault. AND, a testament to how much my husband trusts me. (Well... after this... USED to trust me.)

JTC came back from his Chicago trip feeling a little sick. So, as he was getting ready, I took what I thought was a bottle of chewable vitamin C out of the cupboard and set it next to his sink saying, "Here... chew on one of these. They actually taste kinda sweet. A little extra vitamin C will help you kick it."

A little while later, he calmly walked out of the bedroom chewing and grimacing, "I thought you said these tasted sweet."

My clueless response as I stood in the kitchen about to pop a vitamin C into my mouth, "They do. Well, I guess they are more like a sweet-tart. Maybe our taste buds are just different."

I looked at him.
He looked at me.

As I held up my tasty vitamin C disc, I asked, "Did it look like this?"

Puzzled, he said, "No."

Horror came over my face as I realized what I'd done. Instead of placing the vitamin C bottle next to his sink I had inadvertently put the multivitamin bottle next to his sink. The bottles look a lot alike.

Oops.

I went to the bathroom to investigate, and sure enough, that is exactly what I had done.

YUCK. YUCK. YUCK.

I can hardly stomach the taste or smell of those things as a pill. And my husband ATE one. He chewed it. Eeeeewwwwww. I can't even imagine how awful it must have tasted.

Yeah, I know he could have read the label and seen that it wasn't vitamin C. But you have to understand, John hadn't had his coffee yet. He wasn't even awake. It takes him a good 30 - 45 minutes to actually function and feel human in the morning.

He was a sitting duck.

Poor thing.

Hmmmm... wonder what else I could get him to eat?