"I'll make a man! Out of you!!!!"
S torytime! Today I had a long string of ignored texts from the pharmacy, informing me that our various prescriptions were all ready for pickup. It was nearly time to go pick up RJ from school, so I decided to stop at the pharmacy on the way. MP insisted on coming with me, because she is finally over her cough and still on strike for her online 6th grade classwork, and bored out of her mind. That meant I had to bribe Liko out of the bathtub, where she was happily practicing singing underwater. She proudly informed me that she could laugh underwater, so I never needed to worry about her drowning, and thus she would be perfectly FINE if I left her at home alone, in the bathtub, MOTHER!! This was not as reassuring as she thought. "Cake pop, Liko! Get out of the tub, come with us, and you'll get a cake pop!" Geriatric motherhood means bribery. She emerged, slightly mollified, like a queen dowager. I pulled a dress over her wet body and MP bullied her i