So, we have a tradition of certain things only being for "daddy". For example, there's "daddy cereal" (which is cereal, that according to Suzy, has absolutely no nutritional value, despite the fact that I can read on the side of the box that Frosted Flakes has 25% per serving of practically everything you need to sustain life). The kids are only allowed to have daddy cereal on Sunday mornings. Or their birthday. There's "daddy juice", which is Diet Coke. The kids have been told numerous times that daddy juice is bad for growing brains, so they can't have any (artificial sweetener).
Kate and Faith went to a Birthday party at Pojos, a local arcade. Kate had rootbeer, which she loves. Apparently, for the last glass, it came back all funny tasting. Kate, taking after her momma and not wanting to waste food, decided to drink it anyway. We were picking the kids up, and Suzy had a sip of Kate's "root beer", which she promptly informed her was Coke. Kate, aghast at the idea that she had just unknowingly partaken of "daddy juice", bemoaned "I hope I'm still good at math!".
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I'm still laughing. Oh. My. Goodness. That was SO funny!!
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