Apparently I have angered the Tylenol gods.
I made the mistake of suggesting that everyone I know buy stock in Infant Tylenol for a certain Baby Girl who is in the process of cutting not one or two but EIGHT teeth at warp speed. This will bring her pearly white count up to 16 total, and no one will be happier than her drool-covered momma when it is finished.
However, my oh-so-funny joke has come back around to bite me in the, well, you know.
Making such a bold assumption that Tylenol is only good for teeth will get you nothing but a big fat virus with bonus fever for the aforementioned baby, which, incidentally, needs Tylenol.
In large quantities.
Unless you want to carry around 24-and-a-half pounds of crabby, drooling, lethargic baby until your arms ache and burn like the last time ( somewhere in the late 80s) you worked them out that hard.
Not me. So this afternoon, to appease the Tylenol gods, I'm loving me all the many uses for their magic purple (purple is a flavor) sugar syrup.