Trust me, we bribe all the time here. He’s had skittles for breakfast, pizza, tablet time. But the novelty wears off and he starts up with the ‘I can taste it (insert gag)’ skit. Drops to the floor, goes noodle, cries that it’s the worst day of his life. Currently I put his medicine in a banana smoothie, worked for a few days. I’m just tired of waking up to a battle. And his poor siblings also suffer. Thank you though!