Yesterday, Jude and I were in the kitchen and he was, as usual, rummaging through the office supplies in the desk drawer.  I  noticed that he had a sour look on his face. I got a closer look and noticed immediately that he must have eaten super glue. I flushed his mouth and called for Andy. We didn’t have the number for poison control handy so we called a nurse line. Turns out that eating super glue isn’t a big deal. Only risk is that the lips would get glued shut. Poor Jude! We really freaked him out by practically drowning him with water. The best thing that came out of it is that we now have the number for poison control prominently displayed on the refrigerator and I programmed it into my cell phone. Now we’re set for a real emergency.