The other day a few of my
children brought home lists of the names of all the students in their class
with a note about Valentine’s day. The
note was a reminder to us parents that if we are going to send Valentine cards to school to please
make sure we send one for each child so no child is left out. Big sigh from me. Whatever happened to Valentine’s day being
for secret love notes that were sent to those you had a crush on? I remember
the anticipation of getting a sweet valentine from the cute boy who was the
best kid in math. I still remember my first crush when I was about seven, which
got me thinking about an incident that happened a few months ago.
My daughter was performing in a
production, and as always, I take her siblings to watch. Now before you get any
crazy ideas I do not take them all at once. I split them up as follows: first
night – my two boys who know how to sit and behave, 2nd night – no children,
3rd night – the two brats who do not know how to sit, listen or behave at all. Some children are too young and don’t get to
go until they are at least 6. That is my
rule.
So there we were the first night
and my 6 year old asks me if he can get something from the snack bar. Of course
the show hasn’t started yet but after all, the snack bar is the real main event
is it not? So I send him with his older brother to get something.
Here is what they return with: 2
chocolate bars, 2 bag of chips, and 2 orange crush soda’s. My eyebrows lifted
at the Orange Crush but apparently even though my children are not allowed soda
they felt they were allowed it at this special event – besides there was no
juice. Of course not – why would there be anything healthy at a show’s snack
bar? I watch closely as my 6 year old takes a sip of this nasty soda. He looks
at me and grins. A huge grin.
The show starts and all is well.
At least until about 15 minutes in and suddenly my usually attentive and very
quiet 6 year old starts talking – loudly I might add, about nothing important
really, yet he has this excited look on his face as he tells me about how he
hopes his other two siblings don’t behave when they come to see the show, so
that they won’t be allowed to ever see one of Marie’s shows again. WTH?! I tell
him to stop talking and watch the show.
Then the swinging feet start,
then the rocking, then the talking again…. suddenly I realize what’s going on –
the damn soda is what is happening! I grab the can out of his hands and am
shocked that the can is empty! He drank it all!
I ask him what happened to all
the pop. He grins that impish grim again and informs me that it was really good
so he drank it all. “Can I have another one?” he asks.
Yep, nothing like that first
Crush.
What about you – do you allow
your children soda? At what age were they allowed to drink it? Better yet do you remember your first Crush?
Until next time,
Chantel,momof8crazymonkeys
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Julie it is seriously like some monster has taken over their little bodies ha, ha. I bought these little cans of Ginger-ale once just because I thought they were cute (yeah I know) and for some reason my kiddies thought it was a license that suddenly allowed them to drink pop because of the size. Weird kids lol
Wow you go to McDonalds Tracey?? LMAO! I live there some months. I used to drink tons of coke and then decided one day it had added a few pounds to my butt and quit it – cold turkey. Nobody ever thought this would happen! Some of my kiddies saw this and so I took the opportunity to explain how pop isn’t healthy etc…. Some of my children hate pop, but there are a few who like it way to much and even though we don’t keep it in the house except when dad is home they manage to drink it…….. mostly at parties.
Well Sara I have to admit it would be nice to run into my first crush at a sexy snack bar one day LOL!
i feel i can SEE the sugar running through their veins if they have even a sip of my root beer! i can’t believe i used to drink a whole can (yes, they were smaller back then but there’s really no difference!)
Oh lord. My 8 y.o. son has had a little bit here and there, but never a whole can. My daughter, on the other hand, cannot seem to keep her lips off my straw from McDonalds (or wherever) and I swear, if it were left up to her, she’d drink nothing but coke every again. That first sip got her when she was about TWO, I reckon – but that was an accident. I would NEVER! Because of exactly what you describe. And then they want it ALL THE TIME!! Ack…
I don’t remember when I was allowed to have it.. but I’ve loved The Soda ever since… see?!
hahahah – I couldn’t figure where this was going!! I thought you were going to run into your first crush at the snack bar. As a recovering coke-aholic, I’m going to try adn keep my guy away from pop as long as humanly possible.