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Getting down with the OTC (drugs that is)
I was sitting at my desk doing the Motrin maraca, when I was given pause by a premonition. One day they’re going to decide that Ibuprofen is bad for you and I’m going to be in big trouble. In the mean time, Motrin anyone?
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iPod, and you should too
Beth finally got her iPod on Friday. We ordered it early last week and tracked in it from China (with a little help from the FedEx web site). It’s hot pink, has Beth’s name engraved on it, and is everything Beth was hoping for in a portable music player. She totes it around the house like a trophy almost non-stop. No, she hasn’t listened to a whole lot of music on it – but she does carry it around a lot.
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Stitches
Last week we had a little problem getting Beth ready in the morning. Gaping, bleeding wounds will do that to you. She was feeling playful and decided to hide under her bed after we asked her to get dressed. Unfortunately, she caught her leg on something sharp and we wound up in the ER rather than the rec center (for summer camp).
“Dad, were you angry with me when I cut my leg?”
“No Beth, I’m not angry with you. I was angry when you didn’t listen this morning, but I wasn’t angry that you cut your leg, I was just worried.”
“Dad, I wish I could go back in time and get dressed instead of hiding under the bed, then I’d be at camp right now.”
“That’s true Beth, but it will be o.k. Sometimes we all learn lessons the hard way. Even your mom and dad.”
“So listening and getting ready this morning would have been the easy way?”
“I think so.”
Beth thinks about this for a few moments, before asking a question.
“Dad, what would be the medium way?”