There’s a bug going around the school this spring. I usually resist the urge to pump my kids full of unnecessary antibiotics, but last night Thing2’s nose was runneth-ing over, and I got out the purple stuff.
Literally taking his sniffles in stride, Thing2 came limping over to me (apparently this particular strain of flu is being sponsored by the American Branch of the Department of Silly Walks) and opened his mouth. I popped in a spoonful of grape-flavor. He danced on one foot and then the other quickly and then looked at me and smiled.
“I’m just making sure it gets everywhere, Mom.”
“The flu?”
“No, the medicine through my body.” His legs regained functionality as he slid around the floor, jitterbugging to his internal iPod. “And, I think it’s working, Mom.”
One of us clearly doesn’t understand how the purple stuff is supposed to work, but it might not be the guy dancing around the kitchen in his jammies.
Rachel Barlow Art 
I’ve clearing been taking the wrong medicine.
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