The cries of a sick and confused child.
The dull roar of water filling the bathtub.
The squirt of the soap, the swish of the sponge.
The silent absence of joyful splashing.
The repetitive melody of a favorite cartoon.
The pop of the cap from the syringe of medication.
The crinkle of the plastic crib sheet beneath her bottom.
The pluck and slide of removing bedsheets.
The spritz of the antiseptic cleaner.
The hum of the washer.
The rhythmic rattle of the dryer.
The tandem sighs of weary parents.
The quiet respirations of a sick and sleeping child.
Yes, while I was preoccupied by BubTar's little runny nose, SURPRISE! KayTar starts with the full-tilt gastrointestinal pyrotechnics. Those tricky, tricky little pathogens! They sure got me this time! Classic misdirection.