My son has Strep. Broke out into a Scarlet Fever rash. Went to Walgreens to get him antibiotics. I've been trying like hell to get the kid to stop sucking his fingers. He'll touch all manner of gross stuff and without washing his fingers, in they go. Drives me nuts. I always remind him and make him wash his hands all the time, but even so he just won't stop. I had the doctor back me up today, telling my son (4 and a half) that the reason he is sick is because when he touches things and gets germs on his fingers, they get in his body.So we're standing in line and I can see my boy is getting tired. I know this means the fingers are primed to go in. I remind him. Ten seconds later, I turn around for second. When I look back, they're in. The whole family is sick. It's hard enough having your kids around the other petri dishes at schools and in playgrounds without inviting the illness into him and, by proxy, us. As soon as the fingers go in, I asked the pharmacist if they have anything that can make his fingers taste bad. I learn they do. I explain to my son what I'm looking for and he complains as we search the aisles. He tries to wiggle out, but I explain that it's not a punishment, it's just clear he's not learning on his own and needs help remembering. I admit to having a bit of the manic "I'm a gonna get you" satisfaction in my pursuit of a solution. I had to ask three different people, who all swore they carried the product, before someone finally found it for me, obscured by a wrong product hung up in front of it.I washed my son's hands in the bathroom as he moaned about not wanting me to put the stuff on, which is basically really concentrated hot peppers. (My son hates spice.)I painted the stuff on liberally on each finger in the car -- and truth be known I was taunting the little bugger. I got in the driver's seat and reach for my seat belt, feeling victorious. Until I heard slurping. I turned and saw my son putting each finger in his mouth, one at a time, sucking vigorously. Then he gleamed at me with both entire hands stuck in his mouth. He didn't feel great, so I didn't want to lay into him. So I sighed and put the keys in. Then he says, "That was awesome... Spicalicious." The rest of the way home he alternated between telling me his lips burned and that he was going to tell mom what I did.