(1) been hit by the atmospheric river, which is apparently a thing—it's still raining
(2) experienced an earthquake, kind of—technically it was in Tennessee
(3) arranged for Rachel to babysit for a friend whose car was totaled earlier in the week, and who wanted to go look for new cars without her twin preschoolers in tow
Busy morning.
But, Alexander and Zoë had taken Phoebe downstairs, pulled the baby gate (the international symbol for "don't go upstairs," typically used during meetings but also for needed naps), got her breakfast, and then started a game with her using the magnatiles and teddy bear counters.
It was very nice to have a sleep in.
When I went downstairs the kids rushed over to meet me at the bottom of the stairs, telling me about some "weird pink milk" in the fridge.
"Weird pink milk?" I repeated.
"Yeah! We tasted it and it was disgusting!"
"Well, was it very...old?" I asked.
"No! Come and see! Come and see!"
They led me to the fridge where a glistening bottle of homemade strawberry-flavoured almond milk was sitting. We'd picked up some strawberry syrup for ice cream sundaes during the Book of Mormon read-a-thon back in April and Andrew thought he'd make a nice treat for the kids by mixing some of the syrup into the almond milk. I explained that to the kids.
"Blech!" they said. "It's disgusting! We tried it! We hated it! Blech!"
"What's so bad about it?" I asked.
"It tastes like the lone orphan!" Alexander exclaimed.
"The...lone...orphan?" I repeated.
"It's medicine—the-lone-orphan!"
"The-lone-orphan?" I repeated.
"We'll show you!"
This time the kids thundered up the stairs and I followed. Zoë rifled through the medicine cabinet.
"Ibuprofen," she said, handing me a bottle. "That stuff's fine. Acetaminophen—also fine. It comes in a dark bottle."
"A dark bottle?"
Apparently all I can do this morning is parrot what's already been said.
"A dark bottle!" Zoë said.
"This?" I asked, reaching into the very back of the cabinet.
"Yes! That's it—the-lone-orphan stuff!" Alexander said.
Dextromethorphan. Apparently Andrew got some when the kids had a cough in December or so.
"It's so gross!"
And apparently it tastes like strawberry milk.
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