One of the most wonderful ailments of all has descended upon the household. Bean has diarrhea. So, she's back in diapers, because we're never sure when the monster is going to strike. Like yesterday. When it struck. On Grampy's t-shirt. Or again yesterday. When it struck. On the kitchen floor. Twice. I'll spare you the visual.
The pediatrician said we should start her on the BRAT and BRAC diets. All well and good, unless you have a 3-year-old like mine who pretty much lives on Goldfish, the occasional pasta noodle, and thin air. Is there a GRAC diet? Or maybe a G-PAC? That would work. Minus the applesauce, of course. Applesauce? The horror! Bananas are iffy, but tolerable.
The good news is, the cherub can't get enough cheese.
On another note, don't forget the Kid Pics Carnival tomorrow! I'll have Mr. Linky up later tonight. I look forward to seeing all the kids' creativity and artistry!
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