So, last night, New Baby was enjoying another round of "torture the mom".
Last night's details: L craved carbonation, but could not deal with the sweet of pop. Thinking quickly, I rushed out to grocery store for some club soda and Italian Syrup. Club soda, they had - after all people mix their alcohol into it. Not quite so forward-thinking on the syrup, however. "Syrup? For coffee? Italian soda?" Clearly, news of world has not quite hit my town yet. So off I went to Starbucks (Not a surprise - I try to solve most of my problems with a trip to Starbucks).
I got there just before they closed and found out that, yes, they will sell me a bottle of Raspberry syrup! So, I zipped home, threw some ice in a glass and handed it to L and let her sweeten her bubbles to just the right sweetness. She added the soda, added the syrup and tasted it. Too sweet. Fortunately, mine was just right. Score one for dad!
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So often, when you come home with some perfect food or rush out to try to find something I might like, I flash to Lady and the Tramp, when Darling sends Jm Dear out into the February storm for chop suey and watermelon.
I don't particularly want to be Darling in that scenario; it makes me feel guilty. But you are a marvelous Jim Dear. Thanks.
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