Ritalin? But my son’s only two

I am going to give you a prescription for sleeping pills,” the doctor said, signing the blue chit. He tore it off the pad and handed it to me. “Don’t worry, they will really help.” I fit the stereotype of the exhausted mother, yes, but the prescription — for Circadin tablets, to be taken every night — wasn’t for me. It was for my two-year-old, who at that moment was playing with a box of toys on the floor of the doctor’s office. “I would also like to suggest that he has a closely monitored three-week trial on Ritalin, or a drug like Ritalin,” the doctor — a neuropsychiatrist — continued. “Are you sure?” I asked. “He’s only 2.”

Ritalin? But my son’s only two