Here we have an image of a typical shiny chin and a cute shirt. Nothing special about it, right? In fact, it looks like an accidental photo in which most of her head is cut off. Wrong. This picture was taken to point out the pink drips on her shirt. What is it? I’ll give you a hint. Those slobbery pink drips are a delicious memory from childhood.
Jelly beans?
Cotton candy?
Blow pop?
No.
The pink medicine.
You remember, don’t you? The delicious antibiotic in the fridge that just might make the ear infection worth it. YUM! Strep throat, bring it on! I remember loving that stuff as a kid and wondering why children’s Tylenol couldn’t just ditch the attempts to match the flavors of a yummy grape or cherry and just go with the flavor of the pink medicine. To this day, anything grape flavored that is not, in fact, a grape, tastes like medicine to me.
*Molli is fine. She just has some sort of bumpiness that I’ve labeled a rash and is lucky enough to have her first round of the pink medicine.”*
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