Mmmmmm Hoda

My youngest, Buzz, was near my desk and noticed my cup was empty. I disuaded him from poking his fingers or toys in my cup. A few minutes later he came running in from the kitchen in his cowboy boots, yelling, "Mom! A Hoda for you!" -- he'd brought me a can of Sprite Zero (formerly Diet Sprite) from the fridge. (Hoda means soda, if you didn't catch that) ... I thanked him but asked if he could get me one of the cans that were gold and red instead.

He said sure, and cheerfully ran off with the Sprite Zero, and returned a few minutes later with a can that was gold, red ... and blue. Caffeine free diet Pepsi. Yuck. I should've just stuck with the Hprite. I showed him the blue and said, "this is great with the gold and the red, but can you find one that's gold and red with no blue??"

"Oh! Yes!" he said, running off with the hoda again. A little later he came running back again, tripped over the toe of the cowboy boot, and a third hoda flung out of his little hand, rolled across the room, and smashed into the wall. He picked it up and brought it to me, and I kissed his knee. This well-shook hoda was silver, red, and green. Code Red Diet Mt. Dew.

So I told him we couldn't open the one that rolled, or it would blow up. Eminoodle cheerfully suggested exploding it outside, but we decided not to waste it, and put it in the fridge to cool off and settle down. While at the fridge I showed him the Caffeine Free Diet Coke next to the Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi, and how it had no blue on it.

He very carefully carried it to my desk and said, "Now you can put it in your cup!" and watched the bubbles.

He's a sweet boy.