A couple of weeks ago my son had an asthma attack. He was on a nebulizer for a couple of days. One day, we did his treatment about an hour before dinner. I think (but am not sure) that because he was starting to get hungry the Albuterol may have affected him more than usual. I know when I was given it, it made me jittery for a while.
Of course, I didn’t think of this until after he drove him crazy for the next forty minute hopping and bouncing all over the place.
Out of frustration, I blurted out,”Promise me you won’t EVER do drugs, ok? I can’t even handle you on prescription meds.”
And my son stopped jumping for about 3 seconds, looked at me with his sweet, innocent 5-year-old face and said,”What’s drugs?”
Oops! Shoot! Dang it!
Not I conversation that I was prepared to have at that moment….
At dinner we usually drink water. Once in a while I might have half a glass of wine. One night my son was being ornery and stated that he didn’t want water.
Ok, milk? Nope.
Orange Juice? Nope.
“Okay”, I finally gave up. “What do you want? There isn’t anything else in the fridge.”
“I don’t know, but I’m thirsty,” he answered. “Can I drink your wine?”
Needless to say, my answer was ,”Nope!”