"Taking medicine," I say. please let her be satisfied with that.
"What's it for," she asks?
I freeze. On one hand, I want her to feel okay about taking drugs for mental health if she needs to, but on the other hand I don't want her to see drugs as an easy fix. Quick, change the subject. "What do you want for breakfast," I smoothly ask?
"Why did you take that medicine?"
"Oh. Like taking medicine when you are sick? You don't feel perfect but it helps?"
sigh of relief. "Yes. just like that. I still worry but my body doesn't trick me as often."
"Okay. Can we have pancakes?"