I have no idea how I'm just now mentioning it, but I received a SodaStream for Christmas. And the angels sang, and unicorns shot rainbows out of their butts, and BEHOLD IT IS GLORIOUS.
I kind of love the thing. Can you tell?
In my quest to make use of it as much as possible, I have let Alexis pick some flavors of mix that she might like. She picked out Root Beer (which she loves) and she picked out Tropical Punch Kool-Aid.
The Kool-Aid gets no love.
It's so-so, in my opinion. It's not gross, but as someone who grew up thinking the only beverage available in the whole wide world was Kool-Aid because that was all that was ever in our house, I could do without drinking it ever again. EVER EVER AGAIN.
So that means I've got this bottle of Kool-Aid crap that I have zero interest in using, and she-who-picked-it doesn't really want it either. But, hey! Alexis had a not-party for her birthday last weekend! Guess who grabbed the SodaStream and the Kool-Aid with full intentions of giving it to other people's kids?
Oh, I did.
Despite the fact that they were staying over so I had to deal with the sugar high, I determined it was worth the stress. I packed up that Kool-Aid and I mixed up a bottle then gave it to the mini herd of kids.
I was very pleased with myself.
But then one of the kids found the bottle of Root Beer mix and was CAN WE HAVE ROOT BEER? PLEASE? HOW ABOUT NOW? CAN WE HAVE ROOT BEER NOW? HOW ABOUT NOW? PLEEEEASE?
So much for my plot to have them go through at least half of that Kool-Aid crap.
I resigned myself to the knowledge that once the kids tried the Root Beer, the Kool-Aid crap was going to get kicked to the curb. So, I created a rule. "You have to finish all of the Kool-Aid before I can make any more soda," I told them.
It didn't really stop the nagging. PLEEEEASE. ROOT BEER. PLEEEEASE.
The good news is that my kid has met me. The even better news is that she knows harassing me gets her nowhere. So, not only did she fail to join in on the harassment, she turned to her friends and declared, "Everybody has to drink the Kool-Aid."
Go ahead. Try and explain to Alexis why I'm still laughing about that. I've tried and she totally doesn't get it.