Back in the fall of 2008 Michael had several ear infections that lead to his need to take antibiotics. It went well at first, but by the last round of "magic pick liquid" he wasn't buying it any more. He refused to take any medication from that point on.
The good news is that he really hasn't needed to take medication since then. However, there have been a few times when taking Motrin would probably take the edge off of a low fever associated with a cold. I've tried explaining to him that medicine will help him feel better, but he refuses. I've also tried to tell him that the orange and grape flavored chewable Motrin is candy, not medicine.
I don't know how, but he always knows when it's really medicine and always refuses it. Because I've only been trying to offer it to treat minor symptoms, I haven't pushed the issue with him. I figured I would wait until it was necessary before fighting that battle.
Upon entering daycare two days a week, Michael has also entered the world of endless colds. Saturday night he had a bad cough. It was making him gag. The gagging was resulting in the need for a bucket and changes in bed linens. There was nothing wrong with his stomach, it was just his throat that was causing the problem.
After about five rounds with the bucket, I finally convinced Michael to take some Motrin to sooth the pain in his throat. I handed him the little purple chewable tablet. He pinched it in his fingers as if it was the most vile thing he's ever touched. Then, he very cautiously put it to his mouth and started to nibble little bits off of it. Seriously, you would think I had handed him poison or something. After several minutes of nibbling, he finally finished it. He then pleaded for some water to wash it down.
It helped him finally fall asleep.
Last night he started with a dry, irritated sounding cough before bed. I knew it was going to lead to a long night, but he refused my initial offer of medicine. After one coughing wake up, he finally gave in again. This time he popped the whole tablet into his mouth and chewed.
"Hey, this tastes like grape!" He exclaimed, like it was a huge surprise. As if I haven't been telling him for a year that it tastes just like candy. As if I've been hiding some wonderful secret from him.
I refrained from saying what I really wanted to say to him, and instead settled for, "I know."
When he woke early in the morning he agreeably took some more of the amazing grape candy that makes people feel better. I guess I've finally sold him on something he could have discovered a year ago if only he wasn't so darned stubborn.
Now, if only I can get him to understand that all that "disgusting" food - like mashed potatoes loaded with butter and cheeseburgers - I keep offering him is really yummy, we would be set.
That kid just doesn't know what he's missing out on.