We interrupt the spiritual truths planned for today to bring you reflections from a child clearly on some sort of cold medicine high.
You see, my mother called last night while I was at a meeting. She spoke with Brooke who was not feeling so hot and got the run down on all her symptoms. My mom knew exactly what to do. She told Hope to write a note instructing me to give Brooke 'Robitussin' by mouth and then put Vicks Vapor Rub on the bottom of her feet and cover them with socks. This is supposedly the latest and greatest cough remedy. (See disclaimer below.) However Hope, distracted by her many urgent text messages from friends, wrote the following---
"Robitussin- something to put on feet."
Luckily, I did not get this note. Otherwise Brooke would currently have purple feet to add to her assorted ailments.
This morning, I did give her the appropriate dose of another cold remedy and these were the conversations that followed:
Brooke: Is this really what you do all day?
Me: What?
Brooke: I mean I always thought you were just laying around watching TV or something while I was at school working soooooo hard.
Me: What? ! ? Who in the world do you think washes the clothes, shops for and puts away all the groceries, and scrapes the dried up cheerios from underneath the kitchen table each day?
Brooke: Daddy.
Me: (speechless)
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A few hours later
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Brooke: I need more medicine! I neeeeeeeeeeed more medicine. I neeeeeeeeed more medicine right now.
Me: I just gave you another dose of medicine.
Brooke: I didn't take it. I don't like how that one tastes.
Me: Medicine is not supposed to entertain and delight one's taste buds.
Brooke: I feel like I have a person inside my head crushing it up.
Me: Then take the medicine.
Brooke: I'd rather just feel my head being crushed up.
Me: (speechless.)
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A few hours later
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Brooke: Mommy, can I ask you a couple of questions?
Me: Sure sweetie. What about? (I'm envisioning her usual topics... fairies, a dance she made up, Webkins, or her latest plan for her birthday party that will take place in approximately 164 days... approximately.)
Brooke: Ummmmm.
Me: What?
Brooke: Sex.
Me: (really, really, speechless.)
Disclaimer--- Clearly, I am not a physician and would advise you not to follow any advice I ever give on medical issues. Unless of course you are eager for your child to say such things and ask such questions.
You see, my mother called last night while I was at a meeting. She spoke with Brooke who was not feeling so hot and got the run down on all her symptoms. My mom knew exactly what to do. She told Hope to write a note instructing me to give Brooke 'Robitussin' by mouth and then put Vicks Vapor Rub on the bottom of her feet and cover them with socks. This is supposedly the latest and greatest cough remedy. (See disclaimer below.) However Hope, distracted by her many urgent text messages from friends, wrote the following---
"Robitussin- something to put on feet."
Luckily, I did not get this note. Otherwise Brooke would currently have purple feet to add to her assorted ailments.
This morning, I did give her the appropriate dose of another cold remedy and these were the conversations that followed:
Brooke: Is this really what you do all day?
Me: What?
Brooke: I mean I always thought you were just laying around watching TV or something while I was at school working soooooo hard.
Me: What? ! ? Who in the world do you think washes the clothes, shops for and puts away all the groceries, and scrapes the dried up cheerios from underneath the kitchen table each day?
Brooke: Daddy.
Me: (speechless)
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A few hours later
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Brooke: I need more medicine! I neeeeeeeeeeed more medicine. I neeeeeeeeed more medicine right now.
Me: I just gave you another dose of medicine.
Brooke: I didn't take it. I don't like how that one tastes.
Me: Medicine is not supposed to entertain and delight one's taste buds.
Brooke: I feel like I have a person inside my head crushing it up.
Me: Then take the medicine.
Brooke: I'd rather just feel my head being crushed up.
Me: (speechless.)
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A few hours later
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Brooke: Mommy, can I ask you a couple of questions?
Me: Sure sweetie. What about? (I'm envisioning her usual topics... fairies, a dance she made up, Webkins, or her latest plan for her birthday party that will take place in approximately 164 days... approximately.)
Brooke: Ummmmm.
Me: What?
Brooke: Sex.
Me: (really, really, speechless.)
Disclaimer--- Clearly, I am not a physician and would advise you not to follow any advice I ever give on medical issues. Unless of course you are eager for your child to say such things and ask such questions.
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