Quite possibly the shortest-lived illness

Ever.

Em (who has this weird love for medicine) walks past a bottle of Triaminic.

"Mommy," he says, eyeing the pink stuff, "I think I am feeling sick." He holds his tummy for dramatic effect.

"Oh dear," I tell him. "Guess you'd better go lie down, then."

Two second pause.

"But I think really I am better now," he says.

Am I ever on to that kid.

:)