Paragark and a Tuesday’s List
One of Hayden’s favorite stories is about the time I found snake poop in one of my kitchen cabinets.
I never found the snake.
He also loooves it when I tell him about having to take “paragark” (aka paragoric) when I was a kid. There was no such think as children’s Motrin or even Tylenol, so when I had an ear infection the pediatrician prescribed “paragark.”
paragoric = morphine
Morphine that probably put me to sleep real good but that did not taste good to any two/three/four/five/six/seven/eight year-old (there were years and years of ear infections).
Hayden thinks it’s real funny because I get all dramatic in telling him about how bad it tasted, but tonight he stopped short and said, “I hope I never have to take paragark!”
And I assured him he won’t because it’s basically against the law, now.
And he said, “You mean even the PRESIDENTS won’t allow it?”
And I said, “Not the doctors OR the presidents.”
And he said, with a grin, “But I’ll bet Romney would.”
- – - – - – - – - – -
A Short Tuesday’s List
“Why do you always have to take a piece of the pie on Wall Street?”
“You don’t know how it feels to be a five year-old boy!”
“Then how does the magic fluid get out of the misters?”
“I’m really good at science, so do you think that someday I might be a science teacher? Or, wait… a hotel manager!”
“Daddy’s gonna looove this! Let’s call him and tell him about what’s for dinner.”