I think I’ve told this story before but you prob didn’t see it or recall. Which is fine.
When I was just under 18 months old, my grandfather and uncles were building the 408 that is in what is now my 1978 power wagon. My uncle was supposed to be babysitting me and well I managed to walk away and ingest a bunch of mineral spirits. This was in the days before 911 and ambulance service out in our area, so the ER told my youngest uncle who was just 12 at the time, and my mom to force feed me ice cream as they made the half hour trek into the nearest hospital. My uncle would scoop it into my mouth as my mom held my mouth open and got me to swallow it. Supposedly ice cream neutralizes mineral spirits. Anyway, I spent 3 weeks in ICU on nothing but a vanilla ice cream diet.
I recovered but sadly less than a month later, my uncle , the 12 year old, was killed along with his friend in a tragic car crash