I was in the process of getting Michael his morning oral budesonide when out of the corner of my eye I saw Amy dawdling by the stairwell. "Amy, have you put medicine on your face?" I asked carelessly.

"No, she said with a pained expression on her face." I looked at her quizzically and noticed she was sort of squirming around and bending down. "As soon as I get this gas going, I'll put medicine on my face."