Cut to last week. Mark was working late and we were in desperate need of groceries, so I decided we’d make a Target run with the kids. It took a little longer than I expected and we ran into the dinnertime hour, and I decided we’d just keep in really classy and eat dinner in the Target food area. I ordered the kids’ meals, and they came with a free fountain drink. For whatever reason, none of the drinks available were of the juice variety. It was either soda or tea, and being worried about caffeine, I let them all have a soda. I figured it would be a special treat. The kids were thrilled. So thrilled that they decided to express their pleasure in a voice loud enough for every shopper in Target to hear.
Kembe: “BEER?? We’re getting BEER? Yes!! I love beer!”
India: ”Mom, thanks for getting us beer!”
Me: Guys, that’s not beer. And please use your inside voice.
Kembe: Yes, this is beer! It’s beer and I love beer.
India: It’s what daddy drinks! Yum. This beer is so good.
Kristen: IT’S NOT BEER. It’s soda. Lower your voices.
India: Mommy, I know this is beer. I’ve had it before.
Me: When have you had beer?
India: That time someone took pictures of us. They took pictures of us with beer and then they let us drink it.
Me: WHAT? SOMEONE TOOK YOUR PICTURE AND GAVE YOU BEER? WHO DID THIS? WHAT HAPPENED? TELL MOMMY WHAT HAPPENED!
Kembe: That time with Eli and Cora.
Me: (heart rate resuming normalcy). Oh. Yes. You guys, that was Coke. Not beer. You’ve never had beer. This is called soda, okay??
A couple seconds later, loud enough for all to hear:
India: I love this straw! When I suck it, the beer goes around and around in circles. Look at my beer!
And scene.








