Our family recently went out of town for New Year’s. Generally speaking, my girls do not get to enjoy soda, but for vacation and special occasions we make an exception.
So, it was not really a surprise when at a restaurant, my five year old asked to order a Coke. She has tasted it maybe four or five times before. She is hooked and will take any opportunity to get her hands on her drug of choice.
After drinks arrived, she began inconsolably crying. When we asked her what was wrong, Z said, “It doesn’t taste right! It’s horrible.”
We assumed that maybe the syrup ratio was off or something, so my husband tasted it, fully prepared to send it back, but the look on his face said everything, as he looked at her apologetically, “I’m so sorry Sweetheart, but that’s Pepsi.”
“What’s Pepsi, Daddy?” she asked through her tears.
“It’s what some people substitute for Coke,” he sighed.
“Why would they do that?” she wailed.
“I don’t know, sweetheart, I don’t know,” he comforted.
“Pepsi is awful.”
“Yes, Yes it is.”