Benson has been taking an antibiotic since Monday.
Benson hates the taste of said antibiotic.
Today, Benson took matters into his own hands and dumped the offending antibiotic down the sink.
And then threw the bottle in the recycling, tried to cover it, and casually went about his day while Mom folded laundry. And while all three of his siblings were IN the room.
When I saw the empty bottle and pink sink I started yelling incoherently along the lines of "WHAT'D YOU DO!? WHYYYYY?!!! NOW WHAT!!!?? WHYYYY????" And Benson started yelling back (because he's not afraid of me, which I don't get, because I'm totally crazy) "I NO LIKE IT!!!!!" Like, 'what's your problem, woman'. Luckily for Benson, Daddy had just gotten home from work and so Benson was preserved.
The doctors office receptionist said she thought Benson would have to come back in and she'd let me leave a message, but luckily for us, the pharmacist thought it was THE FUNNIEST STORY OF ALL TIME, said he could refill the remaining days, and wouldn't even charge me because that young man needed to live. 😂😭💓 Isn't that nice?
The Offender (the Artist formerly known as Benson) came with me to Costco to get his replacement antibiotic and sauntered in like he owned the place, wearing his brothers hat and carrying his toy helicopter and jet. As we walked away from the pharmacy he called back "WE SAY THANK YOU!" and then casually walked on, feeling like big stuff. I could hear everybody at the pharmacy laughing and thinking he was adorable. And I looked down at the little monster holding my hand, and dangit, he IS adorable. Lucky for him!
Parenting is hard.
But apparently, if you're three -- climbing onto the cupboard, unscrewing the childproof cap, disposing of yucky medicine, and hiding the evidence -- is not hard at all.