Super Sonic

So, if it's not the stomach flu, in all its diarretic glory, or teething, it all its ampy painful fun time, then it's - wait for it - ear infection time! Danananana, nananananana! Oh yes, people, the boy now has an ear infection, which iis keepinng him up nights, which, hence, is keeping Mommy up nights. Poor little guy, though; I never heard him cry like he has with this. It isn't constant, just heart-wrenching. Also heart-wrenching, or, rather, stomach-wrenching, is the smell of the Trioxin I have to spoon down his throat twice a day (it's an oral amoxocillin, which means it smells like penicillin arse, even though they try to disguise the taste at least with some foreign cheery flavor). Also distressing to me are the pink streaks left on shirts (his and mine), towels, pants, bibs, blankets, what have you, anything that's cloth that comes into contact with the Boy Who Will Not Swallow Medicine. I may have to get get Mary Poppins on his butt and mix the stuff with sugar or something, I don't know. Or traumatize him by pinning him down so hard he can't squirm a millimeter. Yeah, that ought to teach him. Unruly baby toddler. Take that. Poor boo.