The Miraculous Ginger Ale

So you all know that Brandon puked in my car. Yes, he is sick and I had to give him Tylenol for his slight fever and headache. He was able to take a quick snooze when we got home but that was after he was able to drink his “holy ginger ale”.

Yesterday I did my groceries. [I also told you that.] Ginger ale is always in my list. Hubby likes it in some nights when he had so much to eat for supper. So I bought 2 bottles of ginger ale thinking that Brandon might as well have his own bottle because last night he had another argument with his dad about it. So I bought him his own ginger ale so he doesn’t need to share Daddy’s.

There were actually times that I would buy him ginger ale because I know it’s good for his tummy especially when he has upset stomach from eating too much junk food. But I have noticed just today that this “holy ginger ale” has some curse attached to it. Every time that I would buy ginger ale for Brandon he always gets sick.

Or maybe it’s only my imagination. Oh well, I can hear him jumping and strutting again in his bedroom as of this writing so I guess the ginger ale’s magic is finally working good.