Picking your poison
I am home today with Riley, my 6-year-old son. He has a fever of 103. Like most 6-year-olds, he's less than enthusiastic about taking medicine so I sat on the edge of his bed and gently explained his choices:
"Do you want a suppository or grape-flavored tablets?" I asked.
"What flavor is the suppository?" he replied.
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