Wednesday, May 23, 2012

If you don't believe me, just ask Beatrix Potter

The other night, I wanted to make Adam some chamomile tea to help him sleep well.  He insisted he doesn't like tea.  I said he would like this tea.  He said he would not.

Finally, in my last ditch effort to convince him, I said, "Don't you remember what Peter Rabbit's mother gave him after he was stuck in Mr. McGregor's garden?  Chamomile tea!"

This could possibly be why people don't come to me for medical advice.  My source of knowledge is children's picture books.  ( I also know all about appendectomies.  I've read Madeline after all.)

Adam ended up letting me make him some tea.  He didn't really like it, but he drank it.

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