Noah and Myra have both been a little under the weather this weekend. Noah has been coughing his head off and Myra has a double ear infection. Myra has been a GREAT BIG GIRL and taken all her medicine without a problem. I'm so proud of her. Noah, on the other hand, has been the total opposite. He kept us up some last night with his every minute cough. This morning, he was an absolute bear to give his cough syrup to. We asked him nicely, to no avail. We tried forcing him to drink it but that just didn't work. We made him sit at the breakfast table with nothing but that cup in front of him. He refused to drink it for an hour straight.
Finally, we played some good cop, bad cop. I was the bad cop and I gathered up a bunch of his cars. I started telling him to drink it or I'd throw his cars away. Chris, the good cop, kept trying to reason with him. I ended up tossing about 10 of them in the trash can and he came close, but no cigar. Finally, I grabbed his tonka truck and suddenly we started making progress. Within a couple of minutes, Chris coaxed him into drinking it all! Of course, we had to run out and save all of the cars from the trash before the trash man came and took them. He looked absolutely relieved...and his cough stopped.
It seems like a little girl I new some 25 years ago had the same thing happen to her in taking some meds. I won't say that her initials are CND but some dad remembers nearly throwing out some things she had.