Monday, March 13, 2006

I Object

This truly is the face of one small girl who knows what she doesn't want. She doesn't want to have sweet, pinky amoxycilin thrust down her throat with a syringe, thank you. She might let it cross her lips and allow it to loll about in her mouth while she feigns cooperation, but it will very sneakily makes its way past those lips and all over the face.

I can honestly say this was the first time I was angry with Stella. Not at her, just with the situation. So frustrating. Smelly, little infected ear.

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