If you've never read The Gruffalo, it is an extremely clever rhyming PB by Julia Donaldson. A little mouse outsmarts everyone who wants to eat him. The fox. The owl. The snake. Even the big hungry Gruffalo with his knobbly knees and turned out toes, and poisonous wart at the end of his nose. It is bloody brilliant. Americans are a little slow to appreciate the genius of Donaldson, but in England, she is a household name.
Anyway, I love when characters get outsmarted. So, Becky and I decided to give this theme a try.
Not sure we are clever enough to pull it off though. It is a slight clue that I am no Julia Donaldson when it takes me three days to figure out how to get my son to take his medicine. He is only four. I should have been able to outwit the little guy sooner, don't you think? But no. We tried putting it in lemonade. He said, "Yuck!" We tried colored yogurt. He said, "Yuck!" After wasting like half a bottle, we realized on the third day that if we put it in gatorade and DON'T TELL him its in there, he will drink it. So, now we give it to him after camp, and at bed time when he says, "What about my medicine?" we say, "Oh, that? Um, you're better. You don't need it anymore."
Yup, not a genius.