See, she has taken a liking to my diet coke and has for quite a few months. I don't let her drink much - maybe a sip or two in a days time, but yes this is a bad habit I'm forming, I know. Anyhow, I think she likes it more simply because I tell her she can't have it.
Long story short, I occasionally (who am I kidding) indulge in an adult beverage (or four). This drink of choice is typically a vodka and diet coke aka "skinny bitch" -- would've never guessed that by my waistline! In order to keep Kayla away from this drink and all other pop, or "soda" if you're reading this anywhere south of Ohio, I tell her there is booze in it. Booze = bad. This, she has known for months by the crazy shreeks mommy made when spotting her in sneak mode trying to steal a sip.
This morning as I'm saying goodbye to her at school, she sits down at the table with her teachers. I had her over her cup to which she would naturally respond... "Thank you, Mommy. No booze in here?"
Mother. Of. The. Fucking. Year.