As a child, if I had a one of those nasty coughs little ones get, I can remember my mother occasionally commenting that I sounded like the croup. I never actually had it, I only sounded like it. Now that the critter has experienced this malady twice in the last two months, I state authoritatively that she was wrong. The croup surely sounds worse than Mom ever could have predicted – so now we are fast friends with the staff of the Emergency Room at Cedars. It was much easier the second time because we knew what to expect – once the poor little critter had a couple hours’ (well, six hours including the waiting, 1:00 am until 6:00 to be exact) treatment of nebulizer, a cool mist, and a dose of epinephrine, we were on our way home to sleep in the day like vampires. We got maybe four hours – but who needs sleep? We got plenty of that in college…

Said critter is doing just fine, as he and Louis xiv watch a BH firetruck go by…