Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Boys do NOT listen. I was babysitting this rotten twerp and he was being loud and obnoxious so I sent him outside. With strict orders, I said, “Do you know what poison ivy looks like? Stay away from it!” He shrugged it off which I assumed meant he indeed knew what it looked like and would stay far away from the wicked plant.
Hours later, we sat down for dinner and he was scratching at the back of his hands. “Did you wash before coming to the table?” I perked an eyebrow to indicate lying wouldn’t be smart. He nodded and told me he had but he was nonstop itching. “Let me see your hands.” Yup, just as I suspected! All over the back of his hand, curling in toward his palms was the obvious signs of poison ivy.