Thank God for boxes that talk to me.
I was a very unhappy baby tonight. The dreaded rashes appeared again and I was inconsolable. I know the combination of cream and benadryl are best for me but I can't help writhing around when Daddy is trying implement.
Thankfully, instead of using brute force he used the Speaking Box!
It didn't cure me . . . but it took my mind off the whole horrible situation for awhile.
So thankful for the placebo.