good medicine

I caught Audrey with her fist deep inside a new jar of Nutella, and her mouth covered in evidence. "Audrey!" I scolded her. "Why did you do that?"

"Ummmm," she said, thinking about it. "I'm sick." She frowned.

"And this is your medicine?" I was trying not to laugh.

"Yup," she said, smiling. "Medicine!"