As I suffer from reflux, I have to take two syringes full of medicine three times a day. Some days I don't like taking it and I cry a lot. Other times, I don't mind at all--especially when someone sings to me as I take it.
Here I am helping Daddy give me the syringe. I wanted to show him that I'm a big boy now and can do it all by myself!
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