When I was young and my Mommy said I needed to take my medicine, I don’t remember there being an option of “no”. I distinctly remember shuddering, crying, whining a lot, and begging, but inevitably, I would get the full name scolding (and you know it’s bad when you get all three names) of: “Carrie Marie Newtz, get your butt over here and take your medicine! NOW!” and with feet dragging at -45 mph I would finally work my way over and take it.
It may or may not have tasted like boiled sewage. Sometimes it tasted good, or at least good enough to maybe come back for more.
My (almost) 5 year old boys are the worst medicine takers I have ever encountered. My (almost) 18 year old was hard to convince when he was younger, too, but since he didn’t have a sibling to egg him on to tell him “he don’t need to take that yucka stuff,” I was able to get meds down his gullet somewhat easier.
But these two? Heck no. I have tried to cajole, beg, plead, tickle, fake cry (that just makes them laugh) guilt, promise them riches, toys, and occasionally a few hookers, but nothing will get these two to take it. If they do take it, somehow it makes them “want to BOFF” and they spit it out. It’s all I can do to keep my cool.