Giving medicine to a 2 year old, I think, is quite similar to trying to give medicine to a cat. Elliot has a sinus infection and is on an antibiotic (yummy bubblegum) and a decongestant (nasty grape).
I can usually coax him into the bubblegum if I let him hold the spoon. This, however, always ends with a giant barbie pink medicine mustache and a trail down his chin and shirt. The nasty grape? No way, no how.
This morning I had to put it into a syringe and hold his head between my knees (he was standing, this wasn't as torturous as it sounds), have Fred hold his arms, pry his mouth open and shoot it in. We had to do this 4 times as he'd escape, clench his teeth or refuse to swallow.
Now he hates me. The entire rest of the morning, car ride to daycare and then at daycare - he had nothing to say to me. Wouldn't even look at me. I tried to explain to him that its all to help him out but somehow that falls on deaf ears.
Just remember, darling son, your momma is the queen of being stubborn and I will win. I. Will. Win.