Col. Mustard and I take pills every morning. We each have a prescription medication, and we each take a multivitamin (mine is pink and heavy on the folic acid). Sacha sees us do this every morning, and wants to take pills just like us. He is often seen carrying around a bottle of Gaviscon or Oval and shaking it around the house.
This is the premise behind the following conversation:
Me: Where is the Tylenol? I have a wicked headache.
Col. Mustard: I don’t know.
Me: Well, you had it last.
Col: No, Sacha had it. Ask him where it is.
Aw crap. Thank GOD for childproof bottles. Please don’t take my child away from me.