A 3 year old asthmatic boy came in with compliance issue with his medication. Dr. T gave me a single world for the solution:

KISS

I was dumbfounded for a brief moment.

KISS that boy??? You mean, kissing as a form of encouragement?! Surely I have the kiss of an angel ( Blush blush), but I will certainly feel like this:


Inter kissing between two different races ( he is black) Or perhaps:

I could get as awkward as possible.

Honestly, I rather do this:


Geez... I am utterly a horrible person.

My imagination is working overtime of course. I am pretty sure Dr. T meant a peck or something more innocent.

Brian kindly saved me from my misery by pointing out what Dr. T actually meant:


KISS = KEEP IT ( the medication) SIMPLE STUPID.

Oh well, staring at the wheezing little kid, I feel sorry for the instantaneous grostaque thought of mine. For him, and for myself.

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