So today was Logan's first day on ADHD medication. It was kind of fascinating. First of all, he can't swallow pills, so we have to give him the kind that you can break open and these teeny tiny balls of medicine are inside. He's not supposed to chew them, so you have to mix them into applesauce. Making his breakfast this morning, I felt like one of those moms you see in Lifetime dramas. You know, the ones who put weird stuff into their child's food so he or she stays sick. Or a wicked witch from a fairy tale. He ate his doctored applesauce, trusting soul that he is, and it's supposed to take 45 minutes to work. We are making our morning rounds, dropping off his siblings. Logan's in the back of the van, talking away to himself. All of a sudden, he stops talking, and it's very quiet in the back of the van. And I start worrying. Well, to be honest, first I was impressed. He went from "blahblahblahblah" to absolutely nothing. Actually, he may have stopped talking mid-sentence. After a few minutes, THEN I started worrying. I started hearing all those "your child will turn into a zombie" comments. And just when I was feeling like a pretty crappy mom, Logan starts head-banging to the music on the radio. Thank goodness!
Maybe when I make tomorrow morning's breakfast, I should put on a pointy hat.
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