The four year old (P) decided to help the two year old (Z) clean himself up today. This results in a Clorox moment. That’s not the story.
“I think I have a disease.” the four year old announces.
“Yes. I think you have hypochondria…”
“OOO, that sounds bad. What kind of medicine do you think I need?” the four year old looks VERY excited at this prospect.
“Placebo.”
“Will it be nasty? What will it taste like?” She asks
“Sugary.”
Thank God the four year old cannot read the Skittles logo…yet…
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