If your child becomes ill with the stomach yuck, please, oh please, do not give them unflavored Pedialyte. It tastes like sweat. I’m not kidding. Give them any other flavor (or any flavor, since unflavored probably means not flavored. Or it could mean “sweat-flavored”. But that’s just a guess.), but not
sweat unflavored. Your children will thank you. After all, they’re sick enough as it is.
This has been a public service announcement. We now return you to your regular surfing.
Here’s an easy way to tell if the test doesn’t do it for ya….
You pull in the driveway only to notice that your odometer is at 123,453. Instead of pulling into the garage and going inside, you tell the kids, “We’re going on a drive.” The kids are thrilled.
You spend a few seconds figuring out how far away you are going to be for a momentous photo shot that will not happen again in your current hooptie’s* lifetime. Once that is figured, you drive and drive the 2 extra some-odd miles that give you that stellar shot. Why?
Yes, sports fans. It’s that time again in the Dishman household. Because nothing says “happiness” like completely removing diapers from the grocery list. PERMANENTLY. And I have just now realized that I have spent every single day of the last 7 years changing someone’s diaper. Every. Single. Day. It’s time for a change, folks (no pun intended).