British English versus American English

A long time ago, I flew with my husband and two babies from Texas to London, in Great Britain. We flew at night so that our two babies would sleep and we could rest. But as it turned out, the babies cried the entire 11 hours, so we walked the Atlantic Ocean, my husband marching up and down one aisle, carrying the 17-month-old, while I staggered up and down the other aisle with the 6-month-old sprout. Both infants had colds, so I had asked the pediatrician for medication that would help them breathe better. He had prescribed a cherry-flavored, liquid medicine that I hope none of my gentle readers will make the mistake of giving to their innocents.