We don’t drink soda. There, I said it.
HT used to drink it like water, but several years ago he heard something about if you just give up soft drink, if you do that one thing, you will be taking a big step for your health. Something about 17 teaspoons of sugar in every can, etc. So he quit. He didn’t feel it was a big sacrifice. He didn’t miss it and never looked back.
So we’re at the in-laws last week. Over the years, they have resigned themselves to our various diets (Feingold, GF/CF, Specific Carb for Riley, now we’re doing all organic for Seth). They eye our food suspiciously, but don’t give us much trouble. It was all good, until Todd’s dad came upstairs and offered him a Coke.
“Do you want a Coke?” he asked.
Before Todd could answer Seth asked,
“What’s a Coke?”
Silence filled the air. Images of us on a back wood organic homeschooling commune surely ran through my FIL’s mind.
I could see the scene, for years to come, at family gatherings, they’d look at our kids, shake their heads and wring their hands, whispering to each other,
“The poor boy doesn’t even know what a Coke is!”
In our defense, if he had said “soda,” or “pop,” or “soft drink,” Seth probably would have known what he meant.
I’ve laughed myself silly over this several times in the last few days.
I swear we never set out to be so counter-culture.