My three year old has Cellulitis. That's a fancy medical term for really, really infected bug bites. We got the bug bites at a nifty new playground. A new playground I now hate with a passion. Because I don’t care that it’s been raining for weeks now and I led my children through the grass rather than on the sidewalk and didn’t use bug spray. It’s clearly the playground’s fault not mine.
So I’ve discovered that Cellulitis can be serious. I guess it can be painful and some kids get fevers. Ours just has swollen body parts and general unwillingness to let anyone other than me look at them. She's on antibiotics. She thinks the antibiotics are awesome. I like to think I contributed to this.
On the way to the pharmacy, I told her she was getting medicine and that it would taste like her favorite candy. And she said, Strawberry? And I was all, Duh. And she was all, Yeah! And then, talk about lucky, the medicine did taste like strawberries and now she keeps asking when she gets to take more. Today she was licking the outside of the medicine dropper like a lollipop trying to get it all off.
I'm okay with that. Because it’s important to find things your kids like. Not to make their lives happier or anything. Although, technically, I’m not against that either. But finding things they like gives you leverage. What started out as medicine has now become a piece of cheese to dangle over her head to get her to clean up her room and go to bed on time. Maybe Cellulitis isn’t so bad after all.