Rosie's taking amoxicillin for her strep, and she hates it. Did I mention she HATES it? We try everything under the sun to get her to take it: threats, bribes, pleading, leaving her in time out, putting it in milk, dousing it in whipped cream, sitting on her and injecting it into her mouth. All she will do is refuse, and if a drop so much as touches her lips she'll bubble it out.
So this morning after J got up with Rosie around 5:30, I could hear him downstairs -- speaking firmly to her for several minutes to try and convince her to take the meds. Each time she'd emphatically refuse. After about 10 minutes I decided to give him a break and
continue the torture work on Rosie myself with my impeccable persuasion skills.
After a few minutes of staring Rosie down, I felt the call of nature and left the living room for a brief period. Upon returning I noticed something odd: the coffee table where I'd left the amoxicillin dose was strangely empty. I looked around, thinking at first that maybe J had returned and moved it while I was in the restroom. But no, I could still hear the shower running.
Baffled, I turned to Rosie. "Rosie, what happened to the pink? The pink medicine?"
Rosie walked into the kitchen and proudly opened the lid of our stainless steel trash can. "I put in trash, momma!"
Anyone have any hints for getting a stubborn-beyond-belief toddler to take her medicine? I'm seriously considering offering a reward at this point for any tip that works and does not involve blunt force trauma. I need all of my limbs and both my eyeballs, thanks.