Max, I Yell

I'm looking everywhere. 

I move the milk and juice, I push aside the water, I knock over the ketchup.

Where could it be?

I scan the other refrigerator shelves and turn to look at the counters.

Where is it?

Then I remember something he said.

Max, I yell.

Rewind to Friday.

You have to take your medicine.

But, I don't ike it.

I know, son, but you have to take it everyday until it is all gone.

It is all gone.

No, until the bottle is empty.

Oh.

But, I don't ike it.

It'll only be a few more days.

Fast forward to this morning.

Max, it's time for your medicine.

It's all gone.

No, baby, it's not all gone.

Yes it is, mommy.

Back to the beginning.

Max, I yell.

Did you throw your medicine away?

Somebo'e did.

Max, look at me.  Did you throw your medicine away?

Yeah.

I jerk open the garbage cabinet door and peer in.  New bag.  Garbage day.

When?  I yell, losing my cool.

Last day.

I say nothing.  I still haven't said anything.  I'm speechless.

Maybe I'll say . . .

Wait till your daddy gets home.