‘KETCHUP WITH US’ – Prompt #3
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.
**No children were poisoned in the writing of this blog post. Well, not hospitalized, anyway.**