Missed It by That Much
At dinner last night, in exchange for forcing him to eat barbecue chicken instead of (yet another) grilled cheese, I allowed Ian to choose any drink he wanted from the dispenser. Soda is usually reserved for vacations or special occasions, so this was a rare treat.
In retrospect, allowing a child with decision-making issues and a limited history of soda consumption to select from an array of colorful, enamel-eroding beverages may have been a little cruel.
He clutched the school-bus yellow cup to his chest, and bounced from the tips of one toe to the other: Charlie Bucket with a shiny pound. I could see his lips moving, ‘Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…’ Just before his head popped, Ian rushed to the machine and choked, hastily choosing the Whammy of sody water: Caffeine-Free Diet Coke.
Oooh, sorry! But thanks for playing!
20. August 2009 at 11:30 am :
You know, he *will* read this post one day and plot his revenge…
24. October 2009 at 1:26 pm :
So reading over your entries I go between laughing aloud to tears in my eyes. Amazing Jared. What a gift you have. Can you narrate my life?
20. November 2009 at 5:40 pm :
Hilarious. Our daughter did the same thing. Soda is only for special occasions for us as well. She chose the least offensive drink from a list. She’ll do that with candy sometimes too. She just won’t go for the biggest piece. She needs to find it interesting in some way.