Whaddya mean, he didn't need antibiotics?

A week of fighting, or nearly so. A week of telling little B that, yes, he DID have to swallow the yucky tasting medication. A week of bribing the kid with Smarties. A week with a child who showed no visible or tangible signs of improvements to his health. Simone dragged him back to the doctor's office. "Who prescribed antibiotics for him?" The doctor demanded. Simone told him that the clinic's younger doctor had prescribed antibiotics. "Seriously?" Simone's older doctor scoffed. "You obviously dealt with someone who didn't know what he was doing. If a kid has three infections at once? It's viral. Antibiotics are completely useless in such a case. I'm going to have a chat with that doctor." Well geez.

le petit B est maaaaalade...

Simone n'en pouvait plus de voir son petit homme aussi mal au point. Il avait déjà manqué trois jours d'école! Elle l'emmena illico à la clinique. Le médecin examina l'enfant. Son verdict fut catégorique: "Bronchite, otite et angine. Antibiotiques pendant 7 jours." M'enfin! Les trois en même temps? Simone maugréa un peu. Elle implora le docteur d'ordonner un médicament pas trop néfaste et, accompagnée du petit B, elle se dirigea vers la pharmacie. Première dose d'antibiotique immédiate et le petit B déclara que c'était infecte, qu'il n'en voulait plus puis de s'étouffer dans une quinte de toux qui fit retourner jusqu'aux pharmaciens. Bon bah la prise de médicament va être marrante pendant toute une semaine...

Hey!

Little B came home from school positively exhausted. Uncharacteristically, he curled up on the couch, shut his eyes and promptly began snoring. An hour later, in unison with dinner time, the little guy's eyelids fluttered. He yawned, stretched and yawned again. Then his eyes cast down on his body, widened with horror and he gasped. "Hey!" He pointed an accusing finger at his mother. "I wore these clothes yesterday!"

Qu'est-ce qu'on mange ce soir?

La question se pose tous les soirs. Aujourd'hui, le mari de Simone répond, avec un brin d'humour, "Des escalopes panées et des saucisses." "Ah. Bon." Pourtant, quelque chose cloche. "Mais qu'est-ce que c'est, ça alors?" "Ce sont les saucisses," de répondre catégoriquement

le mari de Simone. "Ces saucisses ressemblent énormément à des pommes de terre." Un petit sourire narquois se dessina sur les lèvres du mari de Simone. Autant dire qu'il aime beaucoup faire marcher son auditoire...

Detox Mom

The 14 year old glared at Simone. "Some moms are constantly down your throat. You're like a sword. A sword that cuts all the way down to my belly." Sigh. Adolescence. What a precious time in a person's existence.

Les lettres silencieuses

"Maman?" "Oui?" "J'ai besoin de ton aide." "Ah?" "Oui. Je voudrais que tu écrives tous les mots qui sont dans ce livre qui ont des lettres silencieuses." ... "Mais il est long ce livre... Et presque tous les mots ont des lettres silencieuses!" "Tiens. Je te donne un stylo et du papier! Vas-y. Écris. Si tu t'y mets tout de suite, ça ne prendra pas si longtemps que ça!"

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Scallops?

Simone's hubby cooked up scallops that he wrapped in bacon. Simone fairly salivated at the smell. The 14 year old gave her plate a suspicious glare. "What's this?" She asked. Duly informed, she took a few cautious bites after which she declared, "I don't like scallops wrapped in bacon." "Why not?" Simone asked. "They're delicious and they're cooked perfectly!" "There's a big bone in them!" Wailed the 14 year old.

Simone thought about this for a few seconds and found herself at a loss for words. "Um, what bone?" She ventured finally. "This bone!" The 14 year old pointed, her voice seething with exasperation. "Dear. That's a toothpick. You can take it out anytime you like." Oh.