Waitress hands the kids each a bottle of root beer. They both immediately slug about half.
Me: “OK, OK, that’s enough for a bit. Let’s hold off until we’ve had some solid food.”
(One minute later)
Little Mist Thing, age 4: “Can I have root beer now?”
Me: “Not yet. Eat real food.”
LMT: “Now?”
Me: “That was one second. Not yet. Eat real food.”
LMT: “Now?”
Me: “Not yet. Eat real food.”
LMT: “I NEVER GET ROOT BEER ANYMORE.”
Very Vocal Viking 