All of the kids have fallen in love with cough drops. I have a fairly healthy version, Slippery Elm, with virtually no sugar and all natural ingredients. They have taken to asking for one before they go to bed at night, which I have been willing to supply on the scant hope that it will help them not to cough all night.
But last night we forgot, and Anaya was already in bed when she remembered. "Mommy, can I have a cough drop? Pleeeeeze?!"
"I'm so tired, Anaya. I don't think you need one tonight," I sighed, thinking of having to give the boys each one as well, to be "fair."
"Waaaaugh..." the siren began. (If you want to be firm with a tired, cranky girl, prepare for the onslaught.)
"I'm sorry you made that bad choice to whine and cry," I said, leaning over to spank her leg. "Now you won't be able to have a cough drop anyway, because you cried for it. You know we NEVER get ANYTHING we cry for."
"But Mommy," she wailed in desperation, "I will cough and cough all night. I won't be able to sleep at all! I don't even feel like I can sleep now!"
"I'm sure you'll be fine," I answered wryly.
"But I will cough all night. I won't be able to talk tomorrow!"
"Alas." I reached for the doorknob.
She flung her parting stab at my departing back. "Mommy," her voice grew fainter in pretended agony, "you will never hear my sweet little voice again."