I have been watching Henry this week during the afternoons that Diane is working since his school is closed. Today he and I spent some quality time shopping for Hot Wheels Monster Trucks at Target. Everything was going great until we got back out to the car and it wouldn't start. Nothing. The situation was helped by Henry saying, "It's broken...needs a new battery" over and over as I tried to make it work. There was a little corrosion around the battery, so my vast knowledge of auto mechanics told me to use some Coca-Cola to clean it up. That didn't work. But, after pouring some on the battery, I absent-mindedly put it on the ground and went back to fiddling with the car like I was somehow going to magically jiggle the right wire and make it work. I turned around and Henry was downing the Coke. His head was tilted way back and his little hands were wrapped around that sweaty, glistening bottle like it was a gift from the heavens. I instantly think how thankful I am that Diane is nowhere around to witness this momentous occasion. Since it was his first real taste of a cola product, and he'd already jumped the chasm with the first drink, I gave in to his pleas for more of "that one" and let him have a second go. Then I shamefully took the 20 oz Coke Zero bottle from my little toddler's hands and started our long, hot walk home.
So, Henry has now had a Coca-Cola product. Hello cavities!
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