Normally this would be a funny story, I could tell everyone how my father has a terrible sweet tooth and mistook my Dragon's Blood soap for a batch of brownies but it shows how quickly his Lewy Body Dementia is progressing. My soap is on curing racks in the guest bedroom. I layed down to take a nap and woke to get his dinner and he was choking and spitting out my soap. Lesson learned and up goes another lock. I already have the soap supply room with the lye and fragrance oils under lock and key. One month ago he would have known, he would have remembered that I make soap. I get so frustrated with this disease and yes even him, which leads to me feeling guilty. Ok I just needed to vent, thanks.