We’ve just come through a magnificent whining phase in our family. Yes, they’ve been sick so we need to cut them a little slack here and there. But the other night, Mommy and Daddy’s well of patience and compassion went dry as the Sahara desert in a dust storm.
Picture Mommy and Daddy sitting at the dinner table, book ended by snot nosed little tots in their booster seats, making a futile attempt at a short conversation, a rare occurence before 8:30pm in the house, when the whines of the 4-year-old begin. Then imagine those whines escalating rapidly to ear-piercing volumes, the kind that make you want to rip out your eardrums for relief. Meanwhile, across the table, the 2-year-old pushes her chair away from the table, ripping off her bib, tossing a fork across the room, shoving her plate across the table and declaring, “don’t like this!” Even though last week this was her favorite meal.
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Roars Daddy.
Both children dissolve into wails.
I send Daddy to the bedroom for a break and head to the kitchen for our recently purchased whining and crying medication. Buckley’s.
“If you can’t stop crying, we’ll need to give you some medicine to help you stop. And it doesn’t taste very good.”
The 4-year-old stops almost instantly. Clearly his wailing was 99% fake.
The 2-year-old whimpers, “I need some medicine,” in a quivery little girl voice.
“Are you sure? It’s not very yummy.” Understatement of the year.
So I hand over the little medicine cup with a smidge of Buckley’s. She throws it back like a college kid playing a drinking game and looks at me with shock and horror on her face. I can tell she’s thinking, “Mommy how could you do this to me? Don’t you love me?” I’m sitting there smirking perversely. It’s been that kind of a night.
I tell her, “The only way to make that yucky taste go away is to drink your milk and eat your food.” Which she does. Quickly. With no more whining or complaining.
Now, all I have to do is threaten. Pure parenting genius. Does it make me a bad Mother to be hoping for another opportunity to use our new parenting weapon?
Buckley’s – It tastes awful. And it works.