To the Makers of Infants' Vitamin Drops with Iron,
It would be awesome if you could come up with a product that does not cause my toddler to turn into a cranky contortionist every time she sees me coming after her with a dropper.
It would be great if it didn't require some sort of industrial strength cleaner to remove stains from my clothes after she yells and it comes leaking out of the side of her mouth and she buries her face in my shoulder. Seriously, I need to find whatever they clean the Statue of Liberty with, and maybe that will get the stains out.
I bet she wouldn't yell and try to bend herself backwards out of my arms if the stuff didn't look and taste like that betadine antiseptic they swab you with at the hospital.
I know it tastes bad because I tried it this morning.
I thought, "Come on. It can't be that bad. It's just a little vitamin. I'll give it a try.
It was that bad. It was so horrible that all the chocolate cake in the world can't block that awful taste from my memory.
It's not my toddler. It's you. It's definitely you. When it's time for her sulfamethoxawhatchamacallit antibiotic, she dances around as if Santa Claus was coming. So that would lead me to believe that there could be a slight problem with your marketing strategy.
We have put a man on the moon and we can't make vitamin drops that appeal to fickle and finicky toddler taste buds?
Do I need to put you in touch with the Flintstones people?
Because I will.
I am running out of ways to trick her into coming into the bathroom every morning.
The Mother of a Weasely Toddler