There is a solid list of things you can be sure I will repeatedly screw up. Having water around on Tuesday nights is REAL high on that list. It never fails. Each and every Tuesday, I take the girls to gymnastics. Each and every Tuesday, Mila and I get back in the car after her class and have an hour to blow until Alexis is done. Each and every Tuesday, Mila asks for water in that hour and I fail her. Over and over.
There's a lot of yelling. You'd think I'd learn.
But, this week I wasn't a total failure! I mean, I was, but I happened to have my water in the car. It was flavored carbonated water but it still counts. So, when Mila did her usual dying of dehydration thing, I handed over my drink and waited.
I was a little disappointed, if we're being honest. I wanted it all to myself. Still, sharing it with the Tiny Human was better than listening to her whine.
She whined anyway. It wasn't plain water, so she was initially mad. But then she figured out that I have excellent taste in beverages and she started to enjoy the drink we were sharing.
Er, I mean "Sharing."
The kid guzzled my entire drink. Every last drop of it went down her little throat and she was SO proud of herself. I, of course, was not amused. I planned on still getting some of that water so I said as much.
Mila, grinning, pulled the bottle back. "It's not empty! See!" she said as she tried to spit in the bottle.
I am being defeated by a 3-year old. It is happening. Daily.
