There has been yet another bout of colds going through our household. I, personally, have never been sick so often in my life. It seems that we just get to enjoy being well a mere few days before it regenerates itself back around. This time, there haven’t been any fevers but plenty of coughs and sneezes and runny noses and general malaise.
We don’t like to give the kids a lot of medicine. I know it doesn’t do a heap of good anyway, their systems just have to get it over with. They’ll usually get one dose before bed, and that’s only if truly necessary to facilitate better sleep for everyone. Who am I kidding? Better sleep is always necessary.
Like with most kids, they see a purple cup of thick syrup coming their way and they immediately think torture, retreat!, in grape flavor no less. Getting that medicine down their gullet requires skill and coordination. And ear plugs.
Jedi has been known to make himself gag to the point of vomiting. Which, he doesn’t seem to realize, only means he gets more medicine. Abby squirms and cries to where I have to hold her down. Luckily, she’s still little. Buzz, though, has a full-blown, all-out fit. Complete with calling for backup.
“Shaggy and Scooby!”, Buzz cried when I finally had him cornered.
“Shaggy! Scooooooby!”, he pleaded ever louder.
Sorry, kid. Shabby and Scooby are holed up in the Mystery Machine with the munchies. They’re not going to be able to help you.