No, Mickey has not become a heroin addict.
Aidan was battling a slight fever on Sunday afternoon (he’s been sick since Christmas with a cold) but he would NOT take his medicine. He can’t drink from the little cup provided, so we use a syringe to squirt it into his mouth. Recently, he’s learned to spit it out, resulting in sticky pink stuff all over his chin and chest– and all over us. Plus, we get the lovely combination of crying and whining which, combined with snot, is a lovely sight to behold.
Aidan has grown to love Mickey and the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on the Disney Channel. My parents bought “Mickey” for him a few months ago and he’s grown attached to him. I thought Mickey would come in handy for Aidan’s next dose of medicine.
We made sure Aidan was calm and ready for bed. Then, I brought Mickey over and said, “Aidan, Mickey wants to take his medicine with you!” It worked– Mickey pretended to take some of the medicine and then he “gave” Aidan his medicine. (It was a little tricky balancing Mickey hands with the syringe.) At one point, Aidan “gave” Mickey medicine, too. Next thing you knew, Aidan and Mickey had taken their medicine. No tears, no fuss, no muss.
“Good Job, Mama” said Paul.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
