Last night at bedtime, a particularly trying time because Uta would prefer to never sleep, ever, Uta gave me a small supply of patience pills. Since I'm not a pill person, believing in lots of water and lemon to be the best elixir for almost every ailment, physical or otherwise, Uta had some convincing to do. The pills are small, he said, and invisible, they taste like tea. I was intrigued, but not convinced. He then forced me to take it, putting one on my tongue and holding my mouth closed like a dog. We then proceeded with our bedtime routine. Teeth, story, massage... and then just before Uta fell asleep he declared, "It worked Mama! You were so nice tonight. Don't worry, I have more pills for when you run out."
Humph.
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