Cub is horribly sick. He's so congested, and since he's miserable he fights about treatment. Usually if I can explain what a medicine does and why it's a good idea, he'll go for it, if grudgingly.
So when the time came to smear Vicks Vapor Rub on his chest, he balked (predictably). After my explanation, he was almost hysterical, adamantly refusing to come near the jar! What the hell is his problem?
"You'll see my blood, mommy! Noooooooo!"
Well, crap. I told him that it would "open up his nose." He is now convinced that Vicks Vapor Rub will eat his flesh away and reveal his innards. Nothing I say will dissuade him.
Sigh.
Pamela
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