Well, I wanna hear what you have to say. Spill.
On the icky medicine thing...he's a pro a taking pills. He mastered that art years ago when he discovered that you can swallow a pill in lieu of the awful syrup. But the doctor doesn't want him swallowing anything hard like a pill. And apparently the pain medicine just can't be covered up with the flavor add-ins they have. He came in a while ago (I'm in my bedroom working on something for my potential new job) and
he said he had a prize for the sweetest mom in the world. I told him he's have to go and find her. And he said "no mom, it's you" in his whisper-no-tonsil-voice and he gave me one of his popcicles. Is it selfish of me to not want that guy to grow up and stay my baby bear forever? Well, until he gets his voice back and starts with the attitude again.