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Finn's face rash has been with us so long that it feels like a part of the family. His doctor is currently in the, "I don't know. Maybe if we try this?" mode of treatment, which is what I've been in since the thing first showed up. I'm entirely sure neither of us know what we're doing and poor Finn has had so much stuff shmeared on his cheeks for so long that he probably thinks that's just a part of everyone's daily routine.

Currently, in addition to New Shmear, we're trying a round of antibiotics. This involves 7 ml of bright pink liquid taken orally twice a day. The medicine comes with a big syringe thing so you can squirt it straight into his mouth.

Inexplicably, Finn does not enjoy this.

Methods Allie has tried to get the medicine down:

Coating the syringe in sugar
Promising treats
Promising trips
Reasoning
Begging
Pleading

I eventually settled on brute force, as it's the only way I can get it in his mouth, even if most of it ends up spit back out. The past five days have made both Finn and I cry several times, and have turned half a dozen shirts Pepto Pink. (That's the new black, right?)

Along comes Dad.

Methods Ryan has tried to get the medicine down:

Put it in a cup and let him drink it.

Moral of the story: When you hear hooves think, "Why the hell am I using a syringe?"

Also: Let Dad do it.