We've all been sick this week. What we have is just a cold, but it's the kind of cold that must have been the inspiration for most of the special effects in Alien 4. Dane and I have been fairly cranky, and we've made a serious dent in the pallet of tissues we bought at Costco just before leaving California. Tristan and Duncan have fared worse, having to contend with fevers and teething in addition to the Alien symptoms.
I've been managing their fevers by giving them acetaminophen during the day and ibuprofen at night. This has helped, but it certainly hasn't made nights (or days) around here a picnic. This evening after both boys had been bathed and put in their pajamas, Dane asked me, "Are we giving them drugs again tonight?" To which I replied, emphatically, "YES."
Dane had just started to measure out the doses when Duncan came toddling over, chirping something excitedly. We couldn't understand him at first, and then we listened closer. He was saying, "Drugs! Drugs!" with delight and anticipation.
So much for just say no.
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A gramme is better than a damn. One cubic centimetre cures ten gloomy sentiments!
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