Last night, after dinner, Elliot came up to me and said very seriously, "Mommy, I want some medicine." I thought perhaps because she had scraped her knee (yet again), that she wanted some Neosporin on it. I said, "Medicine?" She replied, "Yes! Medicine! Mommy! I want some medicine!" I laughed and said, "What do you need the medicine for?" She gave me the angriest, sternest face and said, "Mommy - MEDICINE and PRETZELS." Hahaha! We dip pretzels in hummus, and for some reason, the word 'hummus' has stuck in her head as 'medicine.'
Vallium and pretzels, anyone?
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