December 1975. I was 4 1/2 and my brother was 3. Mom had ornament-painting supplies WAY up on a hutch shelf. Lucky for my thirsty brother, I was a great climber. He sucked down that (tiny) cup of yellow lead-based paint like it was Tang. The paint mustache on his upper lip gave me away. BUSTED.
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**No children were poisoned in the writing of this blog post. Well, not hospitalized, anyway.**