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!
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?
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.