You are woken up from your slumber by a whimpering kid. You hope
it is just a nightmare, but he’s actually got fever.
You fumble with the childproof-lid. And fumble. And fumble some
more.
“Mamma, my brother is crying. Do something.”
“One moment, I’m trying to open the bottle.”
“Shall I help?”
In desperation, I hand over the bottle, and he opens it. Mission
accomplished, finally.
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
5 comments:
Happens to me all the time!
I know - I always think of my poor mother (gone nearly twenty years) who had terrible arthritis - and couldn't have opened one of those in a zillion years. Jeesh.
Boy that is so true!!! I have so many bottles that I keep up high because they have those child-proof lids and I have to keep them partially opened!! Sigh! Ridiculous!
Hugs
SueAnn
That one is really a nightmare!
Really:(
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