So Gagsy has been rockin and rollin with his medicine. I’ve had no chocolate milk on my floor or shoes or sink, and no gelatinous, half-mauled capsules upchucked into my trash can.
On top of that, if he swallows it when he thinks I’m not looking (I’m ALWAYS looking), he’ll clear his throat and say,
“Annnnd guess what? I just swallowed my pill again.”
With a casual “what’s up” nod and a finger pointed in my direction, he heads out the door, slapping high fives on his way down the hall.
This is the only kid I know with a touchdown dance for his first success of each school day.