Yucky Juice

Weston comes up to me...."Mom, I drank the yucky juice."

Me: "What yucky juice!?"

Weston: "Come here, I'll show you."

Takes me to our junk drawer:

Weston: "This juice." holding up a vile of Consecrated Oil (for the healing of the sick=church stuff).

Me: "Well, that wont kill you (thank goodness) but it's not for drinking. It's not juice and you are not supposed to be in this drawer. You should probably go brush your teeth now."

Oh man, I have a feeling I will be making a call to poison control in the near future.