Monday, October 27, 2008
Just a Spoon Full of Sugar...
Let me tell you, Mary Poppins is a liar! The sugar thing doesn't work.
In about three years, when this is all through, Von will be a master negotiator. He is learning the art now and practicing twice a day every time we engage him on taking his medicine.
We both have something that we want.
Me? I want him to take two squirts of his medicine. One that tastes awful and one that tastes really awful.
Him? Anything BUT the medicine.
So here is how it goes:
Me: Time for your medicine.
Von: (Mumbling through a hand covered mouth with panicked eyes) I don't want medicine.
Me: You have to. It's not open for discussion.
And then the discussion starts, him stalling for time, me looking for leverage to get him to take his medicine.
At the hospital it was easy. We had fake dog poo and the leverage I had was promising he could roam the halls placing the thing on the floor to trick the nurses. It worked beautifully, every time, on the same nurses. But at home, sisters aren't as impressed and...no leverage.
Sometimes, because of his salt cravings, he negotiates a pizza or chips or he negotiates a sit in the hot tub.
Once he negotiated for me to get a 'poke' with a syringe because he had to get one.
But tonight I made a tactical error in the negotiating process and the photo shows he knows he had the upper hand. He masterfully suggested a trip to Home Depot (complete with protective face mask and in his new 'pajamies'). But when I agreed to this too quickly, he knew he had me and asked for more.
"Home Depot AND a bag of Cheetos."
We shared the Cheetos after we got home. Win. Win.