This week’s words are BITTER and SWEET.
I suppose that no child enjoys taking medicine, but H-J especially hates it. We’ve been known to have to hold him down, screaming in order to get what-the-doctor-ordered into his system. It’s unpleasant (although I do confess that I have been known to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all).
While the manufacturers try to make it sound good, that cherry flavoring (or grape, or orange, or bubble gum, or whatever) just can’t quite disguise the BITTER taste of the medicine.
Now if they ever figure out how to disguise antibiotics in these SWEET morsels*?
Cha-ching! (I think someone should pay me for this idea)
*disclaimer to EB: I did not open these. I only took their picture! The package is still intact and in your drawer. love, Mom
SWEET is my newly-painted kitchen walls. Goodbye, ivy wallpaper!
Also SWEET is my newly-painted dining room. What was once pink is now a sage green (officially? “Nantucket Gray”).
But sadly, I just realized that I was using the word SWEET just like this guy:
I am having a bittersweet afternoon. SuperDad and the boys have gone rafting on the river, and I am left here to paint the trim in SnakeMaster’s room. I am glad to be avoiding the heat outdoors and having some ALONE time (it has been a L-O-N-G summer). On the other hand, rafting on the river on a hot August afternoon? Am I crazy to be missing this?