Beer for My Horses...

...and coke for my kids.

We do not have soft drinks around the house on a routine basis. We buy them when friends are coming who obviously enjoy them or if we are having a meeting at our house. Well, we do buy an occasional 24-pack. You know, BC powder is much easier to take with something that has a fiz to it.

The boys have discovered that soft drinks taste good and are somewhat easily acquired: just ask dad. If dad is not home they must wait because I will only let them drink in the evenings (caffeine's great for bedtime, right?) or if they are not feeling well and gag at the sight of water.

I heard James and Andrew's voices continue to be happy and they seemed glad to be alive. The normal repetitive, "Ma-ma" never came from the crib prisoner and I began to think Brian may have left out his prized over-size lego collection. This has happened before and Andrew will bring the treasures into his room to share with James.

As I entered their room Andrew looked at me and said, "Mama, I got James some root beer!" I looked at James in his crib and he smiled at me over the lip of his sippy cup.

From the evidence this is what I think happened: Andrew had gone into the kitchen, pulled a chair up to the cup cabinet and picked out the only sippy cup his brother can drink out of easily. Then he found a bottle of coke, opened it, poured some into the sippy cup, put the lid back on the coke, put the lid on the sippy cup and brought it to his brother.

I am very impressed with Andrew's enginuity. I think.