The Family That Medicates Together…

With the exception of one cousin, everyone descended from The Curmudgeon’s maternal grandmother suffers from the same digestive disorder.

With a houseful of guests for Rosh Hashanah dinner on Wednesday night, The Curmudgeon’s teenaged nephew dropped something while eating and reached under a sofa table his uncle hasn’t moved since acquiring it six or seven years ago. When he sat up he held out a little blue pill (no, not THAT little blue pill) and questioned what it was and to whom it belonged.

“Ah, Bentyl,” cried The Curmudgeon, his brother, and his sister, practically in unison.

The other guests just raised their eyebrows, a combination of amused and confused.

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