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Baby Mixology June 17, 2013

Filed under: Starting Off Strange — meganorussell @ 8:05 am
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When I was very little my mother didn’t want me to drink straight juice or soda, so my father was under very strict instructions to water down everything he put into my sippy cup. Not a bad plan really. Go mom for trying to keep me out of a kiddy sugar coma. But one day I was in the kitchen and dropped my cup spilling the precious liquid all over our floor.

“Uh-Oh!” I cried. As my pudgy little lip started to tremble my mother tried to cut off the water works.

“It’s ok sweetie, I’ll make you more.” She picked up my sippy cup. “What did you have?”

Without missing a beat I answered like an alcoholic at their favorite bar. “Apple juice, water, and Dr Pepper.” (Please picture the apple juice as being said by a pudgy toddler pronouncing the name of the nectar of toddler life apol duice.)

“No sweetie,” my mom shook her head. “Do you want Apple juice or water?”

“No,” I shook my head right back. “Apple juice, water, and Dr Pepper.”

I couldn’t understand how my own mother couldn’t mix my favorite drink. My mother didn’t understand how my father could misunderstand such simple instructions. Instead of limiting my sugar intake he had created a monster. It was all I wanted to drink. To this day, if I’m in bad shape – we’re talking sick, miserable, or in the midst of a nervous breakdown – apple juice, water and Dr Pepper mixed exactly in thirds makes me feel better every time.

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9 Responses to “Baby Mixology”

  1. ABE Says:

    EEEUW. I can’t even stand the smell of Dr. Pepper.

    I guess it’s all in what you’re used to as a kid.

    My DH likes Tastykakes – which I consider pretty much inedible unless I’m in a carb craving, and there is nothing else available. The kids have followed their father to the dark side – I have had to mail Tastykakes to San Francisco.

    Now a good Mexican Gansito – mmm! Vanilla cake, a thin layer of strawberry jam, creme (note spelling), and the whole thing dipped into a chocolate coating with a hint of cinnamon. DH can’t eat them.

    No accounting for taste. šŸ™‚

  2. ssoldjasper Says:

    Great! I liked the Apple/Dr. Pepper. (your story, not the actual thing.) I slap my fingers. Ask me why via email.?

  3. EagleAye Says:

    Yikers! I don’t know that I would drink that. But I do understand the sentiment. We all have our comfort food. As a kid I used to refuse cake or cookies for dessert like everyone else. Yes, incredibly, it’s true. Instead, I would go to the fridge and get a Dill pickle. My Dad still won’t let me live that down.

  4. Good old dads. When I have a bad day, it’s wine, wine and more wine!


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