Jake had an open house for his branch/office a few weeks ago so we ended up with things like: soda, cookies, nuts, cheese, cookies, salami, prosciutto, cookies, crackers, sparkling cider, cookies, pumpkin pie in our refrigerator and pantry for weeks after.
A few days later a client dropped off a giant, stocking-shaped plate of cookies. Followed by neighbors and friends and Christmas and Jake's birthday...
The kids have been livin' it up. Loving life.
"Can I have a cookie?"
"YES!! PLEASE. Here, have two and give these two to your sister!
But the soda? That's a little less handout-able.
It's used as bribery.
"Mom, I'm running out of gas. I can't finish riding my bike home from the park"
"Whoever touched the garage door first gets a soda!"
And he's gone, just like that, racing home to claim his reward.
"I don't want to go outside."
"If you come outside with me and Breckie then you can have a soda"
Boom, he's out the door.
Pathetic, I know. I feel like he loves those mini cans of soda as much as he loves me.
It's like this magical liquid that brings out the kid in Everett.
Wait, no. I just make him do kid things and reward him with a soda.
And what a about Breckie?
Well, she just gets soda because she's cool.
Or maybe because I feel bad that I let her look ridiculous with that mop for a hairstyle.
You know, because she kind-of looks like one of those poor chickens that gets picked on by other chickens in the pen and they pluck out too many feathers and make bald spots:
But New Years cleaned out the last of our left-over soda supply.
Now I'm going to have to think of a new bribe...