When I was a new parent and my daughter had a cold that was bad enough to require medication, I’d stand in the Cold Remedy aisle at the supermarket for half an hour trying to decide which cold medicine to buy. Not wanting to over-medicate my child, I would spend a great deal of time trying to find a cold medicine that contained only those ingredients necessary to address her particular symptoms. But even after I had decided on just the right combination of ingredients, I’d then have to decide on just the right combination of non-ingredients:
- No Artificial Colors!
- No Artificial Sweeteners!
- No Sugar Added!
- Alcohol Free!
- PPA-Free!
- Dye-Free!
- Non-Staining!
- OU Kosher!
I remember standing there thinking…
“Am I better off going with the ‘Dye-Free and No Artificial Sweeteners’ combination, or should I choose ‘No Artificial Colors and No Sugar Added’ instead? And what the heck is ‘PPA?’ Maybe it causes learning disabilities and my daughter will come to me in 15 years and say, ‘Thanks a lot, Dad! I just got my rejection letter from Harvard. They say I would have been accepted if my SAT scores had been 50 points higher, but noooooooo…you had to pour PPA-laden brain poison down my throat every time I had a sniffle!’ Maybe I should go home and do a few hours’ worth of research on the Web and then come back…”
Fast-forward two years and that same process probably would have taken me no more than 2 minutes and 5 seconds, tops. It would have taken me 5 seconds to choose the cold medicine. The remaining 2 minutes would have been spent tracking down a syringe and a box of Twinkies to inject it into. Because what difference does it make what’s in the medicine if you can’t get the medicine in the kid? And getting the medicine in the kid ain’t always easy.
My daughters aren’t picky eaters in the least, but they are especially sensitive to things that are sour or bitter. They’re probably “tasters,” and they most likely inherited this trait from their grandfather, who was once brought to his knees (literally) by a Sour Ball.
This makes medicine-taking a struggle. We’ve tried countless brands and flavors of cold medicines over the years and all of them have been met with stiff resistance. Nowadays, two chewable tablets = 15 minutes of negotiations followed by much shuddering and face-making.
They’ve grown highly suspicious of any medicine that is cherry- or grape-flavored, so a few years ago I purchased bubble gum-flavored Triaminic Flu, Cough & Fever. I mean, really, how bad can bubble gum-flavored anything be? But just to be safe, before I gave it to Emma I tried it myself. And after taking the tiniest sip from the bottle, I couldn’t get the vile liquid out of my mouth fast enough.
As I stood over the sink, sputtering and gagging, Emma walked into the room.
“What’s wrong, Dad?”
“Nothing, dear. <gasp> I got you some cold medicine. <wheeze> We’ll mix it with Tang…”
Tang® is our last resort. If I can’t get them to take the medicine any other way, I’ll mix it with Tang, which can mask just about any other flavor in the world. The astronauts took Tang with them into space so that if they ever ran out of water on the journey, they could mix the Tang into any other liquid they could find (rocket fuel, urine, etc) and it would just taste like Tang.
So I mixed the bubble gum-flavored syrup into a glass of Tang and after taking one sip Emma was standing over the sink, sputtering and gagging. Even Tang was powerless in the face of such evil.
But while getting cold medicine into the kids was a battle that only needed to be fought a couple of times a year, getting them to take a multivitamin was a daily skirmish. As a child, I remember my daily Flintstones Chewable being a real treat, but my children weren’t of the same opinion. Again, I tried a number of different brands and flavors, but they were all bitter pills to chew and swallow.
After a while, I turned to Gummy Vites. They didn’t have the same bitter aftertaste as regular chewable vitamins, so at least my girls would take them, but they weren’t ideal. There was some controversy last year when it was reported that Gummy Vites contained excessive amounts of lead. But while some people were concerned about what they might contain, I was more concerned about what they didn’t contain: namely, vitamins. Take a look at the nutrition label:
Gummy Vites Nutritional Information
| Vitamin A | 50% |
|---|---|
| Vitamin B6 | 35% |
| Vitamin B12 | 67% |
| Vitamin C | 30% |
| Vitamin D | 15% |
| Vitamin E | 50% |
| Biotin | 20% |
| Folic Acid | 60% |
| Iodine | 25% |
| Niacin (B3) | - |
| Pantothenic Acid | 50% |
| Riboflavin (B2) | - |
| Thiamin (B1) | - |
| Zinc | 15% |
That barely beats a bowl of Coco Pops.
Then I discovered Vitaballs.
“For many kids, taking a daily-vitamin is not something they look forward to. It’s hard enough for parents to get their kids to take them, never mind ask for them. But now there’s a multi-vitamin your kids will look forward to each day. Vitaball, the vitamin gumball!
“Vitaballs look and taste like the candy gumballs kids love, but it’s so much more! Each delicious gumball is packed with 100% RDA (Recommended Daily Allowance) of 11 essential vitamins. Chewing just one Vitaball vitamin gumball for 5-10 minutes delivers the vitamins needed each day!”
Take a look at the stats:
Vitaball Nutritional Information
| Vitamin A | 100% |
|---|---|
| Vitamin B6 | 100% |
| Vitamin B12 | 100% |
| Vitamin C | 100% |
| Vitamin D | 100% |
| Vitamin E | 100% |
| Biotin | 15% |
| Folic Acid | 100% |
| Iodine | - |
| Niacin (B3) | 100% |
| Pantothenic Acid | 100% |
| Riboflavin (B2) | 100% |
| Thiamin (B1) | 100% |
| Zinc | - |
And best of all, my girls love them.
Some people won’t approve of Vitaballs because they contain sugar, but if I had to choose, I’d prefer to have my kids lose their teeth to sugar rather than scurvy. And while others might worry that turning vitamins into “candy” might encourage kids to overindulge, I think it provides you with the perfect opportunity to discuss with your child the dangers of Vitamin A toxicity and the importance of not consuming polar bear liver when stranded on arctic ice flows. Granted, they’ll hear it all again during their regular Arctic Ice Flow Survival Training, but I believe you should take advantage of every “teaching moment.”
“So remember, dear, only one Vitaball a day…unless, of course, you want to experience the same severe irritability, vomiting, blurred vision, hair loss, large-scale peeling of the skin, and agonizing death as those intrepid arctic explorers.”
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Best-tasting cold medicine ever: Dimetapp Elixir Cold & Allergy “Yummy Grape Taste!” Smooth, Kool-Aid texture and tastes like a melted grape popsicle. And it dries you up & puts you right to sleep!
I could drink this stuff by the quart—which is perhaps why they only allow you to purchase 1 bottle at a time at Costco. (Heh, heh…….heh.)
But you’re right: my kids act like I’m trying to force a liter of rubber cement down their craws when I prance towards them, grinning like a dope and singing something like, “Ooooh, yum! Grape-popsicle medicine time!” And my youngest child’s six years old, for Pete’s sake!…
Jenny, you are SO right– I used to love being sick enough for “the grape medicine.” It was a highlight. I might possible have faked sick a few times just to get a precious shot of the stuff. It is too difficult to get “the good stuff” these days– I was literally IDed at Target when I was buying NyQuil a few weeks ago. And who doesn’t love Flintstones Vitamins? But I just might look into getting some of those Vitaballs. If no other reason than to be able to say “sorry, no Trident, but I do have some Vitaballs in my purse.” Its every girl’s dream.
I have to agree Dimetap was the family favorite. However, with tasters, Tang is truly the answer! I could’ve told ya that the bubblegum was the worst! Yick!
heh, HoB1KenOB, you made me laugh with that Vitaball thing! I love it!
What is wrong with kids’ taste buds nowadays? I mean, it wasn’t too long ago that youngsters were having to drink tea made from sagebrush as a spring tonic, and were being slathered in kerosene when they had achey muscles. Our children lack the heartiness (and doubtless the incalculable organ damage) of our predecessors. Walgreens will even custom-flavor your child’s medication for an additional $2.99. Oy!
(I’m almost embarrassed to admit that we had a bird who was taking pineapple-flavored Prozac liquid for a while.)
I have, indeed, seen many a child (AND adult) struggle in the face of ill-tasting “medication” (my Physician has reprimanded me for my habit of calling my meds – yes MULTIPLE meds – MYRIAD meds – two pill boxes and various inhalers AND I had to get a bigger box for the night – DRUGS). I maintain that when you have to take as much medicine as I you can say DRUGS – DRUGS, DRUGS, DRUGS – I TAKE LOTS OF DRUGS!!!)
Where was I? Oh yes. Getting the medicine INTO the children. I have participated in this activity, being an Aunt a number of times over, and I grant it isn’t always easy. But have you ever “pilled” a cat? I’ve had to “pill” my Kitten Child, Beatrice Alessandra Gatto (Be Be) a number of times. In one instance it was three times a day. You have to scruff the feline enough to force the pill (sometimes or liquid, come to think of it) into the mouth of said animal. Then, if it’s a pill, you are encouraged to massage the throat of the animal to help them swallow it. And BOTH of my Kitten Children have taken at least one course of liquid antibiotics. Ironically, they’ve always been given the VERY SAME bubble-gum pink nasty amoxicillin that you give to children. Consider the potential for difficulty with the children and plug sharper teeth and claws (and less willingness to reason with you) into the equation. Oh yes – and BeBe had to take eye drops for her Rhinotracheitis (that’s EYE HERPES). That was a treat.
I’m with you, Jenny – kids lack the hardiness of our ancestors. Moreover, perhaps kids today are just spoiled with too many choices – I only remember the options of Sucrets and grape Triaminic for the garden variety cold and Flinstone vitamins – oh yes, and fluoride tablets and “Swish Swash” for preventive care. And we LIKED IT. And they always took your temperature RECTALLY (none of this pansy ear stuff). And we LIKED it. Wait – no, we did not like that. Besides, I’ve always had asthma and pneumonia and allergies blah blah, so when I was quite little I had to be manually “pertussed”; this involves being hung upside down by your feet while someone pounds on your back HARD trying to loosen the mucus in your bronchi so you can hork it up (I believe “hork” is the correct technical term in this scenario). I kid you not. Yum. And then shots – allergy shots for years – I had to have THREE shots instead of the usual TWO so I wouldn’t blow up like that Willie Wonka blueberry girl (which I did occasionally anyway – except not blue, just blown up). And penicillin shots. The medicine jammed half-way in my “hip” once and they JIGGLED IT AROUND and then had to start a new one on the other side. I didn’t sit comfortably for a week. Yet I have ASKED for penicillin shots so I don’t have to get bigger drug boxes (okay – “medication” boxes) for all the blasted pills.
I think that the medicine available for children in the sixties and seventies built CHARACTER. Now you can plunge a seventeen gauge needle into either of my arms (this is a REALY BIG needle – not one those itty-bitty diabetes/allergy shot needles) and I won’t even flinch. I’ll just express pride in my great veins. And I can swallow a HANDFUL of pills, GINORMOUS freakin’ pills with no problem. Some people have found this impressive. Perhaps I’ll join a freak show. And if I actually get to use cough syrup – I say IF – usually I’m saddled with some variety of horse pills (saddled – horse pills – hah), or I have to spend hours of the day breathing mist from a nebulizer (flavored, I believe, with the essence of the exhaust from a 1964 Chevy Nova) – WAIT!!!! That was so long and parenthetical that I lost track of the original clause. Ah yes, IF I actually get to use cough syrup, it is prescription stuff so strong that they couldn’t POSSIBLY cover up the reeking essence of DEATH in it. I think it may BE turpentine, Jenny. However, I admit I have NOT tried it with Tang®. Nevertheless, I suspect it would be like one of this NASTY cortico-steriod maintenance inhalers I used to take – Aerobid M. They also make plain Aerobid. I once asked what the difference was between the two and was told that they used menthol as a flavoring agent in the Aerobid M version. I thought this was really funny. I sincerely think it DEGRADED the taste of what was just purely nasty medicine; it was like like LICKING Vick’s Vapor Rub – talk about “powerless in the face of such evil.”
Just two last thoughts: 1) I like Tang®! I feel nostalgic now & would like some Tang® so I can be an ASTRONAUT. 2) Pineapple-flavored Prozac? For a bird? I cannot decide if I LOVE this idea or I think it is a sign of the Apocalypse.
Wow. That was BEYOND long. If you’d like I’ll put is on its own page just put a link and one can follow it in case of EXTREME curiosity or boredom…
First, in defense of my “between” generation, somewhere between yours and your kids,’ my sisters and I LOVED grape Dimmetapp. It was the BEST medicine on the market.
When one of us–therefore, all of us, inevetably–got a cold, we line up in a push and shove fashion for the stuff. Elisabeth even overdosed once and had to be given syrup of Ipecac to reverse the situation.
We weren’t the “Mm! This tastes like a grape popsicle” kind; We were the “MMM! This popsicle tastes like Dimmetapp!” kind. I am so sad that my younger cousins don’t appreciate heaven when they taste it.
Second, Tang is a treasure for all. Everyone should appreciate Tang.
Third and Last, did anyone ever try the RED Dimmetapp? THAT was VILE. I remember the first time I had to take it. I expected that it would be some delicious sister to the grape flavor, but my mouth was violated with the most disgusting, burning, mediciney flavor that had entered it up till then.
I agree, Emily. It’s the whole brand-loyalty letdown: you find something you love (jeans, fast-food hamburgers, whatever) and assume that the entire line’s gonna be great, and it’s a no-go. I think the worst I’ve ever tried were 1.) Robitussin Cough & Congestion and 2.) Target’s generic liquid Claritin. Honestly, I’m a trooper, but those two put even my iron gag reflex to the test.
Kate: Chico was on Prozac because he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. He’d pulled all of the feathers out of his back and was bald (and even bleeding sometimes—-ick.) It worked, though. He only took one course, but apparently it was enough to help him through this hard time and relieve his angst. Now he just bites everyone else!
Hate to state the obvious, but can you not just get them to eat fresh fruit and veg?
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Okay– So I just have to tout my amazing ablities and mention the fact that I have made a CAREER of pilling cats AND Prozac-ing birds (not to mention the unmentionable ways one gives elephants meds– you think I’m kidding). If only you could wrap kids in a towel-burrito which is the method of choice in small animals.
I will also freely admit to having INCONTROLLABLE Dimetap cravings since Grettir’s orginal posting. I feel a cough coming on. “Hello. My name is Hobie and I am a Dimetap-aholic.”
Also, we never had Tang. Mom just put it in a PepsiFree (remember that?). Bless her soul, she raised us well!
Jenny, I originally poo-pooed my girls’ objections to the Flintstones Chewables. But after they migrated to Gummy Vites we still had half a bottle of the Chewables left, so, not wanting to waste them, I decided to finish the bottle off myself. By the time they were gone, I’d really learned to hate that unpleasant, bitter vitamin aftertaste.
Hobie, you can often find me with a Vitaball in my pocket…and I’m happy to see you, too. Sometimes adult vitamins upset my stomach if I take them on a semi-empty stomach, but I don’t have that problem with Vitaballs.
Clare, my girls are pretty good about eating fresh fruit and veg, so the multivitamin is really only there to fill in the occasional nutritional hole and to make sure they’re getting enough Vitamin D in the winter.
See, I knew that Grettir was a fountain of infinite truth and knowledge… I may have to try Vitaballs as I also experience that empty-stomach vitamin discomfort and I don’t believe in eating except during double-digit hours, so morning vitamin taking is out (TMI, I know). But just pop one of those kids on the way to work? Brilliant!
And what with the Vitaball in your pocket and my brown-bag wrapped bottle of Dimetap, we could have quite a party.
This whole post and comments is giving me the heebeegeebees! I remember as a kid standing on a chair for my weekly dose of cod liver oil followed by the BRIGHT YELLOW LIQUID vitamin gunk that was just a potent as the cod liver oil. To this day I can taste them both in my memory – GAK!
Another one of mom’s lovely home remedies was to administer all injections right there in the front room. She would smack you in the chosen part of your flesh , one, two, three, (shove the needle in)INJECT INJECT INJECT seven, eight, nine, ten! After all that whacking we were supposed to have not “felt” the injection. Happy Mother’s Day to YOU!
I am not found of ill tasting ANYTHING in my nouth or anywhere near my face. SYAT AWAY! MAKE THE BAD MAN STOP! Nope it ain’t happenin’ to s’mee anymore! I am woman! Hear me Snore! I WILL NOT TAKE IT! I won’t do Pepto Bismol without being under heavy anesthesia. No Sucrets, No HALLS, No liquid anything!
Yikes, now I need to go back into therapy again.
This whole post and comments is giving me the heebeegeebees! I remember as a kid standing on a chair for my weekly dose of cod liver oil followed by the BRIGHT YELLOW LIQUID vitamin gunk that was just a potent as the cod liver oil. To this day I can taste them both in my memory – GAK!
Another one of mom’s lovely home remedies was to administer all injections right there in the front room. She would smack you in the chosen part of your flesh , one, two, three, (shove the needle in)INJECT INJECT INJECT seven, eight, nine, ten! After all that whacking we were supposed to have not “felt” the injection. Happy Mother’s Day to YOU!
I am not found of ill tasting ANYTHING in my nouth or anywhere near my face. SYAT AWAY! MAKE THE BAD MAN STOP! Nope it ain’t happenin’ to s’mee anymore! I am woman! Hear me Snore! I WILL NOT TAKE IT! I won’t do Pepto Bismol without being under heavy anesthesia. No Sucrets, No HALLS, No liquid anything!
Yikes, now I need to go back into therapy again.
This whole post and comments is giving me the heebeegeebees! I remember as a kid standing on a chair for my weekly dose of cod liver oil followed by the BRIGHT YELLOW LIQUID vitamin gunk that was just a potent as the cod liver oil. To this day I can taste them both in my memory – GAK!
Another one of mom’s lovely home remedies was to administer all injections right there in the front room. She would smack you in the chosen part of your flesh , one, two, three, (shove the needle in)INJECT INJECT INJECT seven, eight, nine, ten! After all that whacking we were supposed to have not “felt” the injection. Happy Mother’s Day to YOU!
I am not found of ill tasting ANYTHING in my nouth or anywhere near my face. SYAT AWAY! MAKE THE BAD MAN STOP! Nope it ain’t happenin’ to s’mee anymore! I am woman! Hear me Snore! I WILL NOT TAKE IT! I won’t do Pepto Bismol without being under heavy anesthesia. No Sucrets, No HALLS, No liquid anything!
Yikes, now I need to go back into therapy again.
This whole post and comments is giving me the heebeegeebees! I remember as a kid standing on a chair for my weekly dose of cod liver oil followed by the BRIGHT YELLOW LIQUID vitamin gunk that was just a potent as the cod liver oil. To this day I can taste them both in my memory – GAK!
Another one of mom’s lovely home remedies was to administer all injections right there in the front room. She would smack you in the chosen part of your flesh , one, two, three, (shove the needle in)INJECT INJECT INJECT seven, eight, nine, ten! After all that whacking we were supposed to have not “felt” the injection. Happy Mother’s Day to YOU!
I am not found of ill tasting ANYTHING in my nouth or anywhere near my face. SYAT AWAY! MAKE THE BAD MAN STOP! Nope it ain’t happenin’ to s’mee anymore! I am woman! Hear me Snore! I WILL NOT TAKE IT! I won’t do Pepto Bismol without being under heavy anesthesia. No Sucrets, No HALLS, No liquid anything!
Yikes, now I need to go back into therapy again.
Hobie, beware [socially] of the Vitaballs’ potent food-coloring: they tend to have the same effect on your teeth and gums as those nasty bright-pink “disclosing tablets” they’d give you in school to scare you into brushing your teeth.
Unfortunately, Vitaballs do not come in lovely pastels and fleshy pinks. Instead, you end up with a turquoise or neon-orange smile. Must.Brush.Afterwards. Or follow it with a chaser of Trident…
VITABALLS! I’m going to create a jingle and marketing campaign for those chewy delights that will have them flying off the shelves. I have a vested interest:
My 3-year-old is allergic to the world: milk, eggs, wheat, soy, peanuts, chicken, beef, lamb, cockroaches, blah, blah, blah. And before Vitaballs, it was virtually impossible to find a vitamin that didn’t contain gelatin, which he can’t eat because it’s derived from bovines. So Vitaballs are heaven-sent. And here’s the BEST PART: Because my son is only 3, he can only chew half a Vitaball each day. So I get to bite each one in half and chew the other half myself. Yum.
But the last time I bought Vitaballs at Target, the lid was covered with an inch of dust. Not surprisingly, trying to bite these babies in half has seriously comprised the integrity of my front teeth. If I keep this up, I’m going to end up with Hilary-Duff-style veneers. So Vitaballs needs to step up their marketing campaign. Get some shelf rotation going.
BTW: Santa decided to stuff some Winnie the Pooh Nutri-Stix Multivitamins in said 3-year-old’s stocking this Christmas, just for some vitamin variety. Bad call, Santa. Nutri-Stix are short Pixie-stix-like things that are supposed to contain yummy vitamin powder. But guess what? Someone just crushed up all of those leftover Flintstone vitamins, poured them into paper tubes, and VOILA–Winnie the Pooh Nutri-Stix, which cost four times more than Flintstone vitamins. Now there’s a company that knows how to market.
Oh, and I got carded the other night at Target when I was buying Nyquil for my husband. And it was original flavor! Any young punk who wants a cheap, easy high and buys original flavor Nyquil, I say he/she deserves all of the resulting misery he/she experiences.
Here’s the funny thing, Jenny. I never questioned the idea of the pet bird taking Prozac, I realize it’s given to quite a few animals (often for the very reasons you mentioned). I’m sure a dog in my family has had it at some point (some of them licked a wound or just arbitrarily licked a paw until it was nasty and bleeding…OCD). What I was curious about was the FLAVORING. The PINEAPPLE flavoring. Is Chico a tropical bird? Was the logic that the pineapple flavoring would take him back to the old days at home? Do birds EAT pineapples?
Hobie! I’m exceedingly SLOW, but I finally figured out WHO YOU ARE – I have your number, girl. Ah, yes, the small animal towel/blanket burrito is invaluable. Perhaps someone COULD start the trend of restraining small children the same way. They usually like to be swaddled as infants, after all. I wore a leash when we camped as tiny girls (so that when my Mom turned around for a mere two seconds I didn’t go “swimming” in the lake or wander off completely – I used to get pretty far on my tricycle when we lived at Stanford and someone left the gate to the play yard open). I must say – I don’t think this is cruel, I think it can be a godsend. It wasn’t a substitute for watching me (or my sisters) it was a life-saving device. Shirleen occasionally leashed William and Sarah when they were young. She even made her own special and comfortable halter leashes – being the inventive animal lover she is. Any one who knows (or knew, especially) Sarah and William understand why this was IMPERATIVE in places like Disneyland. She also dressed them in matching and obnoxiously bright hand-crafted cow print outfits so they’d be easier to spot if they happened to escape from the teacups or something.
How did I get on leashes??? Anyway, I know what you are insinuating about the elephants, Hobie. I watch Animal Planet and The Learning Chanel – all those Discovery channels and more. And I used to read James Herriot books and watch the PBS show in which they were always sticking there arms in various bovine orifices clear up to the elbow every other page or so or every other scene.
Charles and Ashley and Paisley, the most BEAUTIFUL baby in the ENTIRE WORLD, are visiting from Kansas, where he’s doing his pre-vet studies. Since it is rather a redneck wonderland (I mean that in the nicest sense) he’s had the opportunity to neuter many, many, MANY huge bulls and brand cattle and all sorts of agriculturally-inspired things. WARNING: Some people might not have the stomach for the following information. Apparently, after you’ve castrated enough bulls the cattle owners take big ol’ buckets of testicles to local bars where they are used as “Nut Fries” and exchanged for free beers. Around here you might have heard of them as “Rocky Mountain Oysters.” They have the “Best of the Bull” – genuine “Prairie Oysters” – on the menu at Cowboy Grub in Salt Lake City. Just in case you have a hankering…
My wife’s grandpa mixes TANG powder into orange juice. More times than standard human ignorance should warrant I have been fooled by what appears to be mere harmless orange juice. Maybe I’m a “taster” for something in TANG – nasty, gritty, overpowering pseudo-saccharine! Yech!
I don’t know whether I’m a taster for this cold medicine whatever chemical – probably not or I’d remember the nastiness. It’ll be interesting to see whether my kid likes TANG.
Why grandfather puts TANG in orange juice is a disturbing question. Maybe he sprinkles amoxicillin powder in the orange juice (a daily ritual to avert evil?) and masks the flavor with TANG. Grandpa’s generation way over-used amoxicillin. He pulls the stuff out in recommendation against every ill. I’ve never witnessed THE TANGING OF THE ORANGES, becuase I stay away from the disturbed kitchen shrine, but my wife has witnessed the secret.
Wait, now I’m wondering if I’m a taster for hidden amoxicillin in the orange juice and the TANG isn’t strong enough to mask it. I’ll have to do a TANG vs. amoxicillin taste-test. Not. Or if there is not amoxicillin in the orange juice, I wonder if the absence of the gene for tasting bitter medicine makes you hate TANG, while the presence of the gene makes you love TANG.
I could just ask grandpa why in the world he adds TANG to orange juice, but I’m more into bitter resentment of the fact than communication.
Ah, Kate. I never should have referenced anything involving elephants and “rectal” as that always gives me away. I think that we should go to Cowboy Grub, simply to remind me of the old days when I (men, don’t read this) castrated bulls with nothing but a dull pocket knife and (gulp) my teeth as part of my fantastic BYU education. Who knew such classes existed. This was about the same time I became a vegetarian, which lasted for over a year, until I vowed to eat every pig on this planet (by myself if I had to) following a very muddy swine vaccination experience.
And yes, birds eat pineapple, but not in the wild. Jenny-what kind of bird is your now infamous feather-picking Chico? Thanks for the neon-mouth warning. I shall supply myself with both Vitaballs AND Trident. Maybe I will switch to an all-gum diet.
My friend! Hooray! Chico is a lovebird who loves only one person: my son. (He just tolerates the rest of us unless he’s lonely or hungry. Kinda catty, literally.) Kate: According to Wikipedia, lovebirds are originally from Africa and Madagascar, and more recently (and ferally) from Phoenix. Why pineapple, I dunno. His favorite foods are orange Froot Loops (only orange) and cheese. He’s very lovely, and looks something like this, except that his tail is blue and green. Some friends of ours found him walking around their driveway one Saturday morning when they went out to mow the lawn.
I must say, speaking of vitamins, that there can be no point in eating animal privates beyond the “ick” factor and bragging rights, such as they are. I mean, why waste empty calories on fried privates when you’ve got onion rings with fry sauce. Honestly, some people…
Kate, I admit to having eaten Rocky Mountain Oysters. Where, you may ask? In Kansas, in the very town where Charles and Ashley live. At first I was doing it for the “ick” factor. But then I realized that they actually taste good; a bit like chicken gizzards. I had quite a few. Now I’m getting a hankering. . .
Men, don’t read this? Yeah right.
Oh my HECK can I not believe those stories.
I was wrong about the TANG – it’s nutrasweet or something similar. But it makes a good story and pretend tie-in to other comments. I do wonder though if TANG isn’t a flavored near-chemical to nutra-sweet.
Could someone please explain to me why the comment threads on this site always seem to devolve into discussions of things like avian psychopharmacology, elephantine alimentary canals, and testicular appetizers?
lol!
Priceless.
Another vitamin option might be Viactiv. I haven’t tasted their vitamin chews, but I have tried their chocolate calcium chew — my daughter hates drinking milk, so we’ve resorted to giving her a Viactiv every morning with breakfast. They’re not half bad.
My wife and I are using the bad taste of liquid and chewable pain relievers and cold medicines to motivate our kids to learn to swallow pills…
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I stumbled upon this site looking for some cheap Aerobid for my cat. I did some work for a vet named Ken. Small world. I will try the Vitaballs with Trident.
Does anyone know where to find some cheap Aerobid since I never found the reference on this site?
Thanks.
I hope that the Vitaballs and Trident are for you and not for your cat! What if Kitty fell asleep with that gum in her mouth? She’d be so embarrassed if you had to shave her to get it out…
That was me above. Did you see how fast I leapt on that post?! We’re starved for posts, Grettir…*ahem*