Q: What’s more fun than croup-y, barking 18-month old who is exhausted from a midnight trip to the ER and two nights of general sleeplessness from pain who won’t let me do anything but sit with her and watch television all day in our individual exhaustion-based dazed stupors?

A: A baby who meets the aforementioned descriptions and is suffering from a bedsore on her hip from recent extensive travel while confined to a carseat and is going to have to spend a few days in cloth diapers.

Wha - fucking - eee.