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He's High on Baby Motrin
November 19, 2004 | Category: Mother to the First Power
Sniffly, drooly, cuddled beside me in a nest of pillows and we're watching Clifford on the portable DVD I've brought into my bedroom. He's glazed over, a Motrin lull.
Bear: "I like your breasts."
Me (A little taken aback): "Uh, OK."
Bear: "Is there milk anymore?"
Me: "No, I told you. Not for a long long time."
Bear (as I wiped his nose, for the 7 millionth time): "*sigh* OK, OK, OK.... What about chocolate milk?"
Me (trying not to laugh): "No, honey. Not chocolate milk either.... You know, kiddo, sooner or later we're going to have to get some of that Kid's Claritin stuff in you the way the doctor said."
Bear: "No, thank you. You see that thing?" (Indicates the portable humidifier blowing at him from the bedside table.) "That's doing the trick."
Me: "That's doing the trick, huh?"
Bear: "Yeah."
Me: "Then how come your nose is still running with all those icky snots?"
Bear: "I don't know. How come your breasts don't have chocolate milk?"
So. There.
I tell you, don't go up against a 4-year-old on Motrin. He'll take you down. Yes, he'll take you down hard.