Ph: Mom, am I breathing?

Me: uummm…..yes.

Ph: OK. I guess I need a breathing treatment.

Makes sense. Whenever you are coughing, you get cough medicine. So I guess Phillip figured that whenever he breathes, he needs a breathing treatment.

Phillip has azthma and seems to thoroughly enjoy the attention he gets from it. Sometimes he gets to be cuddled in Mom or Dad’s lap or, at the very least, he gets to stay up later than the other kids. I think maybe he misses being the baby of the family. Sometimes he gets creative in trying to get medicine or breathing treatments – like breathing just to get a breathing treatment!! 🙂

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