I remember the first time my daughter asked for Calpol by name…it was a strange moment…the coming together of slight amusement and utter disgust as somehow despite the fact she could not say a whole host of other words…she knew categorically how to say the word Calpol.
And then there was the little happy dance every time the Calpol bottle made an appearance. Bouncing around on her bed in a jiggle of anticipation and delight as only a toddler could know how surely seemed….well….a little bit of a wrong and inappropriate response when faced when the prospect of taking…..shock horror…medicine!
I remember doing anything not to to swallow “THAT MEDICINE” when I was a child, so how did things get so far away from that response?
I continued to wonder and wallow…
Then yesterday, in Boots, a mum doing her routine Calpol run was being manically tugged on by her toddler son demanding the good stuff right there and then on purchase…like it was a Kinder Egg.
I mean, let’s get this straight here…..we are talking about the same thing here yeah? Calpol? The stuff which has paracetamol, the stuff you give your child when they have a fever or feel like s*** on a stick.
Do you see adults do a Mexican Wave every time they have a cracking head ache and reach for a couple of pills of paracetamol?
Do you see us whooping like a cheerleader when we dissolve a Panadol in a glass of water?
Blurgh! Not on your nelly.
So what is it about Calpol that has littles twerking in delight at the mere mention of its name, and the mere suggestion that Calpol might be about to make an appearance of ever better….be administered? What is it that drives a toddler to be able to open a bottle of Calpol in a mere twenty seconds despite the fact it’s supposed to be blimming child proof? And why oh why would they want to let loose and guzzle a whole bottle of the god damn stuff?
No it’s probably not the fact that it reduces their fever, or that it makes them more comfortable in illness, although truth be told of course it does.
The drive is more basic. Even primal.
It’s quite simply this….
IT TASTES OF FLIPPING STRAWBERRIES.
And not even real strawberries….strawberry sweets. You know those really amazing strawberry sweets you used to sneak off to buy when you were a child at school? Yes those, you know the ones I mean.
I mean, if we’re wondering why our children all seem to turn into total addicts when even a whiff of Calpol is in the air, the answer is right there.
Strawberry sweeties, in liquid form, hiding some medicine in there too. If I were a toddler I would probably be – rightly or wrongly – chomping at the bit for Calpol too.
Does your child seem to have an unhealthy love for Calpol? What do you think about the fact it has the flavour of strawberry sweets? Do leave a comment and share.
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