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Circa 1996:

Me to daughter:  Hey, take this pink medicine.  It will help your cough and runny nose. 

Daughter to me:  Okay.

My grandson will not take his medicine.  Me: Okay, no TV.  Him: Okay, whatever. 

Son of a bitch!  I'm pretending this will translate into some sort of positive gumption when he's older, but goddamn.  And no, the kid won't eat anything I offer him, so mixing it into anything won't work either.

Kids chest sounds like a mixing truck.

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Either take away what he loves most unless he does it or reward him with something he loves if he does it. 

Also give it to him in a syringe and have him drink cold water after each couple milliliters. Just squirt it towards his cheek like a ml or so and have him drink right after. 

Tell him he can pinch his nose pretty tight as he is taking it and he will hardly taste a thing. 

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Cut the bottom out of a juice box but leave the straw inserted thru top as usual, however inside you hide a small med bottle.   Mix med with wtfever just don't let him hold it.  

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2 hours ago, UTGrad98 said:

Either take away what he loves most unless he does it or reward him with something he loves if he does it. 

Also give it to him in a syringe and have him drink cold water after each couple milliliters. Just squirt it towards his cheek like a ml or so and have him drink right after. 

Tell him he can pinch his nose pretty tight as he is taking it and he will hardly taste a thing. 

I kind of like the procedural aspect of this.  

Anyway I waited for his mom to leave the house and then I took a syringe and jammed 4 ml of ghost pepper down his throat (you'd think by the way he howled).  He didn't spit it back up but the tears spilled and all sorts of guck came out of his nose.  He was pissed.  After I reminded him that his mom was my daugter and I didn't like him making her sad and the doctor and all of us just wanted him to get better.  I asked him if he was going to take it himself tomorrow or if we wanted to "do this again" and he said that he could handle it.

I don't buy it.  

He didn't want to sing our usual "Folsom Prison Blues" with me tonight after his bedtime story, so there is a price to everything.

 

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10 hours ago, The Original Greaser Bob said:

I kind of like the procedural aspect of this.  

Anyway I waited for his mom to leave the house and then I took a syringe and jammed 4 ml of ghost pepper down his throat (you'd think by the way he howled).  He didn't spit it back up but the tears spilled and all sorts of guck came out of his nose.  He was pissed.  After I reminded him that his mom was my daugter and I didn't like him making her sad and the doctor and all of us just wanted him to get better.  I asked him if he was going to take it himself tomorrow or if we wanted to "do this again" and he said that he could handle it.

I don't buy it.  

He didn't want to sing our usual "Folsom Prison Blues" with me tonight after his bedtime story, so there is a price to everything.

 

This is my solve. 

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8 hours ago, High Plains Drifter said:

 

I used to tell my daughter "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Generally when trying to do the bath thing. 

Until one time she just said, "Daddy, this time we're going to have to do it the hard way." 

The original FAFO…. If only because of the insatiable curiosity of the child.

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11 hours ago, The Original Greaser Bob said:

I kind of like the procedural aspect of this.  

Anyway I waited for his mom to leave the house and then I took a syringe and jammed 4 ml of ghost pepper down his throat (you'd think by the way he howled).  He didn't spit it back up but the tears spilled and all sorts of guck came out of his nose.  He was pissed.  After I reminded him that his mom was my daugter and I didn't like him making her sad and the doctor and all of us just wanted him to get better.  I asked him if he was going to take it himself tomorrow or if we wanted to "do this again" and he said that he could handle it.

I don't buy it.  

He didn't want to sing our usual "Folsom Prison Blues" with me tonight after his bedtime story, so there is a price to everything.

 

Truth.  Did the oral  syringe thing with grandson and he was pissed, but took the medicine.  IDGAF how pissed they get if it's something for their own good.  I think his momma was a bit in shock, but damn, at a certain point it's not a fucking negotiation.

 

This is coming from a guy who regularly required 3 adults to hold him down at the doctor's office in order to take a shot as a kid.  and I still got to play trucks and excavators with him later in the day.  He was over it pretty damned quickly.

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Thanks for the moral support folks.  Part of the issue as a grandparent, which you younger guys will see before you know it, is that you look back in regret at the wrong moves you made as a parent, and you want to make sure you don't repeat them. Sure, some of the regrets are big ticket items, but the things that bother me the most are the little things -- I don't ever want to be the cause of raised voices or tears if I can help it.

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You pinch his nose shut, shoot the medicine down his throat with a syringe, and then clamp his mouth shut.  I now have to do that to my daughter’s chihuahua five times a day.

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23 hours ago, The Original Greaser Bob said:

Thanks for the moral support folks.  Part of the issue as a grandparent, which you younger guys will see before you know it, is that you look back in regret at the wrong moves you made as a parent, and you want to make sure you don't repeat them. Sure, some of the regrets are big ticket items, but the things that bother me the most are the little things -- I don't ever want to be the cause of raised voices or tears if I can help it.

So, FWIW, I don't know your grandchild's temperament beyond not wanting the medicine, but something that worked for us around that age required a bit of a deal (I understand the warning about negotiating with terrorists, but this was presented as an either/or and curiousity always won out.)

The child could either take the medicine as is, administered by the adult and be done OR the child could take the medicine as is, administered by the adult and then assist in the creation of a concoction which would then by taken by teaspoonful by the adult. Now, this concoction thing involved pulling various spices and condiments from the pantry and fridge, setting them on the table and then the child would point to one. After naming it or some other small talk about it, we would put a tiny amount of those selected in a cereal bowl and kiddo would stir it and then the anticipation would set in: what kind of face is mama going to make when she tries the Old Bay seasoning, garlic powder, italian dressing combo?

It was rather hilarious and the kids outgrew the age at which medicine was a struggle, but they have fond memories of it. As a mom, it took only a little patience and desperation, but they took their medicine and got a little of their own back with the shared misery of cayenne pepper laced concoctions...

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Edit to add: we deliberately used the word concoction because it's a nice long word and it sounded mysterious.
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On 2/19/2025 at 3:03 PM, The Original Greaser Bob said:

Circa 1996:

Me to daughter:  Hey, take this pink medicine.  It will help your cough and runny nose. 

Daughter to me:  Okay.

My grandson will not take his medicine.  Me: Okay, no TV.  Him: Okay, whatever. 

Son of a bitch!  I'm pretending this will translate into some sort of positive gumption when he's older, but goddamn.  And no, the kid won't eat anything I offer him, so mixing it into anything won't work either.

Kids chest sounds like a mixing truck.

Were you more authoritative with your daughter than she is with her son?

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1 hour ago, gsoda3 said:

Were you more authoritative with your daughter than she is with her son?

Yes.  Mostly because I'm quicker to the final ultimatum.  My OP kind of shows that I go from "nice guy" to "WTF are you kidding me!" within five minutes. 

But in fairness, by the time my daughters were three they were pretty easy to reason with. This guy just loves fucking with Mom (and Pop Pop).

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1 hour ago, Mrs Whiggins said:

The child could either take the medicine as is, administered by the adult and be done OR the child could take the medicine as is, administered by the adult and then assist in the creation of a concoction which would then by taken by teaspoonful by the adult. Now, this concoction thing involved pulling various spices and condiments from the pantry and fridge, setting them on the table and then the child would point to one. After naming it or some other small talk about it, we would put a tiny amount of those selected in a cereal bowl and kiddo would stir it and then the anticipation would set in: what kind of face is mama going to make when she tries the Old Bay seasoning, garlic powder, italian dressing combo?

Again, I like this, but the deeper issue with the kid is that he is a horrifically finicky eater.  When I was raising my daughters, they ate what adults ate (never allowed to look at kids menu), so they were pretty open about food.  My son in law is a meat and potatoes guy and they have allowed the kid to pick his own shitty snacks and comfort food.  If we tried this with him he would simply refuse to mix it with anything. 

His only really flaw is this medicine/food thing.  

 

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Update - he's chosen as the path of least resistance his pitching a fit and me forcing it down his throat.

So 15 seconds of making sure he doesn't spit it out, and him crying for two minutes saying the medicine is yucky.  

Me and his dad can live with it.  Problem solved. 

Note:  I've buried the lead.  The real issue is that the medicine is white.  He'll take purple medicine (Tylenol and dimetap) without a whimper. And the pharmacist told my daugher not to fuck with food coloring.

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3 hours ago, The Original Greaser Bob said:

 If we tried this with him he would simply refuse to mix it with anything.

Oh, the medicine isn't mixed with anything--child has to take that straight. That was never an option on the table for our children. The mixing, per se, is what is done afterwards with the spices and condiments that the adult then partakes with a tiny taste. Maybe not for your grandson, but something about that evoked hilarity in our children. Maybe because it was the handing over of power (imaginary to an extent) to the child (pick the spice...) so that now they could save a little face. I know that doesn't sound like a concept a small child could grasp, but they're brighter than we think sometimes. Perhaps because their very survival depends upon large people who make them do things that they don't want to?

As I said, it was only for a brief few years of when they were small and it wasn't all the time (although they enjoyed the reactions so much that they'd occasionally ask to play 'concoctions' with us when they were bored). It was a little bit of theater you know? Setting the pieces on the table along with a little bowl on a placemat for messes, building anticipation; oooo is this one going to be sweet do you think or wow, isn't that really red--do you suppose that tastes hot...water! Water! I need water!. It made them forget what they were so upset about in the first place.

But it sounds like he's gone for the quickest way and sometimes that's just as well.

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