I was thrilled to spend the weekend babysitting my grandson Tommy, but everything went wrong when my washing machine broke. Forced to visit the laundromat, I struggled to juggle Tommy, laundry, and supplies. A friendly man offered to hold Tommy while I sorted clothes, and, feeling overwhelmed, I accepted.
Moments later, I turned around and froze. Tommy had a Tide pod in his mouth, and the man just stood there, smiling. I screamed and snatched Tommy away, furious. “Don’t you know how dangerous these are?” I shouted. The man shrugged, dismissing my fear.
I rushed home, terrified about what might have happened. After calling the doctor and watching Tommy closely, I felt relieved but shaken. That weekend, I learned a valuable lesson about trust and safety. No more taking chances, especially when it comes to my grandson.
