I drove up to the Tulsa area a couple of days ago with just John David. My in-laws already had the other three kids and John was to join us later. So me and my boy hit the road and Momma didn't want to stop.
But then John David had to go to the bathroom. And he's not really one to give much notice. Plus, we were in the middle of nowhere. Plus, there was road construction. Plus, there were no exits.
And he really had to go.
So, being the Momma that I am, I handed him my mostly empty Sonic cup with careful instructions of what to do while I slowed to about 50 on the highway.
All went well and life was good. We arrived at the grandparents' house and had a happy reunion with the younger three. We hugged and played in the front yard and we were all smiles.
But then John David needed somthing out of the car.
(Can you see where this is going already???)
He opened the door and while he was getting whatever he needed, Aulora decided she too needed to get in the van. Now, I promise I was watching my kids - really I was, but my brain was obviously not operating at full capicity. I was a little too slow to stop her as she lifted the very "used" Sonic cup to her lips and took a swig from the straw.
Oh the horror. So. Totally. GROSS!!!
I was grabbing the cup away by now, but that poor baby had the worst look on her face and was gagging and couging and saying in the most pathetic way - "I don't like it!"
You know what though? The next day we went to The Cheesecake Factory and she asked for a bite of my turtle cheesecake. I gave her a bite and she had the exact same reaction as when she drank pee. Seriously.
That made me feel a little better at least. =)