Scarr: Maryland should take one more step to reduce these risky chemicals

One Monday night, my freshly showered, rambunctious almost-3-year-old did not want to put on his pajamas and threw them off his changing table. As I leaned over to grab them, he threw himself off the table next. Four hours later, we were back from the emergency room, with three new stickers, two X-rays, one red Popsicle and a newly splinted broken leg. When we met the pediatric orthopedic surgeon a few days later, I had two questions for him: First, how long would my son need to wear a cast? And second, what advice did he have for bathing him? One month, he said, and the cast was waterproof. I was pleased. “Wow,” I said. “The miracles of modern medicine, huh?”