Our house has become infested with ick.
The little one came down with bronchitis and an ear infection… so said her doctor on Friday. I may have mentioned that my munchkins tend to be a teensy bit dramatic and having an illness is no exception. After being diagnosed with her ick, I asked how she was feeling. In her sweet and sad and quivering ‘I-want-my-Mommy’ voice (while I’m at work) she says, “not very well.”
Now, the boy… he likes to pretend that he’s tough. He says he’s fine. He says he’s not sick. Meanwhile it sounds like he’s about to hack up a lung on the carpet. He’s acting tough because he doesn’t like the taste of the cough medicine. The teaspoon of cough medicine that he has to take is just too much for him to bear. And when a tiny bit of the red liquid gets between his lips he starts to shake and quiver like he’s got his hand in an electrical socket. He gasping… he’s gagging… and he’s only tasted about 1/3 of a teaspoon of the stuff.
I don’t know where these two get it from.