Rhys has croup.

How freakin’ 1872 is that? It sounds like something one of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s siblings would’ve died from.

But huzzah, this is the 21st century and we have all kinds of modern medicine. So Rhys gets to take a three-day course of steroids instead.

Hope it’s all out of his system by the time Itty-Bitty Sports Camp starts in a couple weeks. Though it’d probably do wonders for his swing.

About Molly Newman

Writer, cook and trivia/spelling bee hostess, living it up in North Portland.
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4 Responses to Croupier

  1. Elaine says:

    Ooooh, barking like a seal, is he? The steamy bathroom is your FRIEND, my sista! Good luck, and thankfully, croup passes quickly.

  2. renee says:

    awwww… poor sir rhys. hugs to rhys… [[[rhys}}}

  3. Herm says:


  4. Lisa says:

    yep, it’s all about the steamy bathroom. my boys are both chronic croup-ers. the steroids should get rid of it quickly, but they come with their own downside… poor bug! and poor mama!

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