After having Monkey Boy home yesterday due to him really not being all that well, only with no symptoms other than extreme tiredness and, later, when I was on a very important business call, extreme obnoxiousness and ability to annoy he arrived home from schook coughing and spulttering and being very, very snotty.
Hmm. Possibly carried over from last night, where he had a terrible sleep due to excess snottage.
His levels of annoyability were at normal, however, and we still walked to guitar, after a deluge of hail and strong winds and freezing coldness. That completed, we walked home again and he decided his throat was sore and his cough was worse (not he decided that, I could hear it) and he had a bit of a headache.
Due to his panadol requirements of yesterday, and my levels of Can’t Be Arsedness, we were out of children’s panadol and I was required to decipher the recommended deliverable amounts of panadiene caplets to a nine and a half year old.
Given his over-sensitive gag reflex, I knew this would be a challenge. This is the kid who vomited up Travel Calm before we even got in the car and spat the soluble panadol all over … well, it’s hard, really, to determine exactly what he spat it all over, so let’s just go with “everything in the kitchen, inlcuding me”.
Much like what happened when I broke the caplet in half and put it on his tongue and forced water down his throat. It, and the caplet, immediately came out via every facial orifice imaginable.
So I organised for him to wipe up his mess by throwing a tea towel at him and rolling my eyes, squishing the remaining half-caplet into a powder and repeating the process. Including the tea-towel-throwing-eye-rolling bit.
Squish another up, siwzzled it into a glass of water, poured a smaller glass of milk as demanded, presented him with both and dreamed about giving worming tablets to cats, which is SO MUCH EASIER!
Now, how do I dry my slippers?