Yesterday my sister made dinner for my dad's birthday. My niece now refers to me as either "aghghgh" or "Dah!" which is also Evie-speak for "duck," no doubt because of a riveting conversation we had not too long ago. ("Here's your duck!" "Dah!" "Duck!" "Dah!" "Duck!" for five minutes.) I really, really hope she doesn't end up calling me Auntie
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When I had to cut lexapro, I would put it in a piece of cheese or blob of peanut butter to swallow it. The oils seemed to help the taste not be so horrid. And yeah it's like a dog but really, who cares if it works?
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