I have a deep an abiding love for Ginger Ale, but in an effort to provide my kids good nutrition and prevent major dental bills in the future, we don't keep soda pop or juice around the house.
So on New Years Eve, as I found myself at the grocery store buying a 12 pack of Ginger Ale(Canada Dry), I felt a little guilty. I resolved to only drink one can that night, and hide the rest for later.
When I came home and was making dinner, I decided I would just sneak a sip or two before dinner. I quietly opened the fridge, grabbed out a can, pushed the top open with the ring....
shreppppppppppppp
It was instant! I was surrounded with children. Like vultures circling the kill.
"What's that Mom?"
"Can I have some of that Mom?"
I want to try that Mom, what does that taste like?"
Now, I will admit this batch of Ginger Ale, tasted like the king of carbonation, it was hard for me to get even a little swallow down without swishing it around in my mouth first.
So with a plan, I handed the can to Ellie.
"Go ahead try it." I said
She took a cautious little swallow, coughed and made a face.
"Good!" I said. "You don't like it."
Now for picky James, he is excessively picky and will go for days without eating anything, because nothing strikes his fancy.
(By this time Barry had swopped in, like another vulture, waiting for his turn.)
I handed James the can.
He took a huge swallow.
He gasped.
He looked up at me with a face full of wonder and said. "That's SPICEY!!!!"
I smiled and said, "Good, you don't like it." and made a grab for the can.
Slowly James' face changed from wonder to a huge grin.
"I like it! I like it!" he squealed jumping up and down.
Then with a dark look at me he securely tucked the can under his arm like a quarter back going for the winning touchdown.
Barry gave a low chuckle at my obvious dissatisfaction.
"Fine!", I growled at him, "you can have another sip."
James carefully brought the can out and to his lips, tipped back his head and....
Chugchug.. chug ..chug...
Now it was my turn to gasp. My eyes opened wide, and I looked at Barry, "Can you do that???" I asked in astonishment.
"Let me see?" he said, tearing the can away from James's fingers, and giving the can a sip.
"Nope", he said with a grin, handing the can back to JAMES, "that stuff is killer and it doesn't even taste good"
James laughed in glee at having the can back in his possession and tipped his head back and chugged the WHOLE rest of can standing in front of me.
Finished, he smacked his lips, handed me the empty can, and said with sheer sincerity,
"I like it!"
I moped around for the rest of the evening. This wasn't my plan, this wasn't how it was suppose to go. I wanted my 12 cans of Ginger Ale ALL TO MYSELF!
Late that night as Barry was upstairs putting James to bed, I could hear James crying and making a fuss. Presently, Barry came into the kitchen and opened the fridge pulling out another can of Ginger Ale.
"What are you doing?!?!" I demanded, "hands on my hips."
"It's James," he said trying to contain a smile, "He's crying. He says he needs more Spicy Juice."
"Spicy Juice???" I said with despair.
"Yeah, Spicy Juice." Barry said with a Cheshire grin, as he snatched the can from the fridge and scampered up the stairs to James.
4 comments:
This made me laugh soo hard. Thanks for sharing, gotta love James. :D
haha! kids are so surprising.
I really need a daily dose of you. :) You write a story so well. Thank-you for the laughs and the flash backs to all the times in my childhood when my mom tried to convince us we didn't like her favorite foods. She even convinced me until I was in high school that I didn't like red and yellow peppers. :) You are a great mom and you have the cutest family!
Remind you to give you a can of my Vernors Ginger Ale. After this I can't drink Canada Dry Ginger Ale.
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