The Kid is sick. She’s had a high fever the past two nights and her nose is running like a faucet. After speaking to the sister-the-ped I decided to go ahead and take the Kid in to get her plague diagnosed in case it was the sort that needed antibiotics. Turns out that Anna has the flu, but since she had her flu shot two weeks ago we’re all hopeful that it’ll be a nice light fast case. (Which was the case last year. I swear that kid had the flu for a whole day. I’m not complaining!)

Anyway, during one of the high-fever nights I had to get up with her in the middle of the night, and took her downstairs to get some meds for her. Luckily she’s really good about taking her little chewables and muching them right down. So, I gave her a chewable Motrin, and then pulled out a chewable Dimetapp. “What’s that?” she asked. “It’s medicine for your nose,” I said. “It’ll make your nose feel better.”

You can see this coming, can’t you?

Yes, she took the little pill from me and promptly stuffed it up her nose. Fortunately I managed to grab it before it was irretrievable and managed to get her to self-administer it into the proper orifice on the second try.

I’m just glad it wasn’t diarrhea medicine.