Our little soda fiend

What's that?  Oh, just the temperature as we were driving today.  I might be bragging a little but as a person who has spent her last 19 winters in Utah and Nebraska, I'm pretty excited about 81 degrees in February.  Ben has spent all but one of his 32 winters in Idaho, Illinois or Utah so imagine his excitement.  University of Texas' campus was filled with peeps wearing shorts and flip flops.

It was just too beautiful to stay inside so we picked up Ben for lunch.  Of course we went to P. Terry's.  It is our favorite.  On the way home Sam lost it.  Again.  It seems like all I ever talk about these days is Sam being sick or Sam being crabby.  Hopefully this is just some weird phase because he is normally quite delightful.  

When we got home I unbuckled him and he immediately crawled into the front seat.  Why?  Because he wanted soda.  As soon as the Diet Dr Pepper was in his hand, he immediately calmed down.   He walked all the way to the front door sucking back his soda.

On a side note, I really am not the world's worst mother. We do limit his soda intake.  

Remember folks, this is a no judgment zone.