The Dept. of Health & Welfare

Cough Medicine. Ah, yes. Health in a bottle. All my children love it.
Purple, sugary liquid in a cute little cup? No-brainer. They see a medicine bottle, they come running. The cries of "Med-sin! Med-sin!" fill the air.
I line up the two (or three) little measurement cups in a row on the counter. Jenny holds the children back while I pour. The poor sibling whose fortune it is to not be sick for another 2 or 3 days begins to wail. If this happens to be Anna, she'll attempt to reason with me. The latest:

"But I have green boooooooooogers!"

I fill the cups and step away. They grab them, toss them back and smile.
[I think it's in the genes. I can still remember how good orange Triaminic tasted.]

And then there are the vitamins.
"Wa-wa-mins! Wa-wa-mins!"
I bought them on a lark because (1) I saw they were 'Gummy' (2) I saw that they were Princesses and (3) Anna needs her strength because she is applying to Kindergarten. (But that is a story of another kind...)
Suffice it to say, the brothers quickly realized that these magic pellets were pink and squishy and that Anna liked to eat them for dessert and demanded Wa-wa-mins as well. As you can imagine, Anna was none too excited to hand over her Princess ones. So now everyone has their own.

They know where I keep them, and two or three times a day they run over, point at the cupboard, and beg. Lovely.