“The doctor said you need to take your medicine.”
“This will help you feel better!”
“You can have one chocolate chip if you drink it all gone.”
My four-year-old needed to take a dose of antibiotics yesterday — a heaping spoonful of chalky goo — and he was not listening to any of my pleas. He lay flat on the ground, shaking his head, with his little hands clamped over his mouth.
And then I noticed that he was wearing a superhero cape. That’s part of his uniform these days. Bath towels become tools for flying. Blankets get thrown over his shoulder as he races around the house yelling, “Here I come to save the day!”
So I gave it one more try.