So the kids have never had soda, and Jonah really, really wanted to try it. When we were at Disneyland last month with his friend, he begged me to let him have a soda at lunch. Disneyland being special and all, I said that I would think about it. This sad little non-promise got Jonah so excited that he ran off to shout-tell his friend, "I ASKED MY MOM IF I COULD TRY SODA AT LUNCH, AND SHE SAID MAYBE!!! OH BOY, I MIGHT GET TO TRY SODA TODAY!!!"
Can you blame me if I found that a little heartbreaking? It's possible I'm slightly Berkeley Brainwashed on the whole "soda=death" thing. So I agreed on the spot, without even thinking about it, to let him try one soda once for only the one time only.
Lunch time came, and, on the advice of his buddy, Jonah ordered a Sprite. When I asked him how he liked it, he sighed and said, "Well, I didn't really like it. I knew I should have ordered Coke instead." So I checked it, and sure enough, he'd only had a sip.
Disneyland being special and all, I told him that since he hadn't really had any soda, he could order a Coke with dinner, and that could count for his one soda.
Again: total excitement. Jonah does excite easily, though.
So dinner came, and Jonah ordered his Coke. He couldn't wait! It was going to be life-changing! His Coke arrived. Jonah closed his eyes and took a long, rapturous sip. "What do you think?" I asked. "I LOVE IT!!!!!" he cried.
Aaaaaaaand he never touched it again. And instead drank two glasses of water. And has never asked for soda again. So there you go.
But you said yes, and that's what counts and what he will remember. :-)
Posted by: Bubbe | May 01, 2012 at 09:37 AM