First Timer

We don’t drink much soda around here. It’s not that we’re trying to take a stance, we just don’t really care for it all that much. Last week we did splurge on a 2-liter of Root Beer because we felt like Root Beer floats, but before that I can’t remember the last time we had soda in the house. We hardly ever have caffeinated sodas.

My son, Trenton, has never had a notable amount of caffeine … until yesterday. He’s been TWO lately. And I’ve done whatever I can to simply keep my head up the past few days. When I was asked to help drive some youth to the next town over, I left my son with someone else. They were holding a fountain drink, which they told me was vanilla pepsi. Trenton asked for some.
“Can he have some?” the sitter asked.
“At this point, just do whatever it takes to keep him happy,” I said, and rushed on my way.
When I came back, I found that he had thrown back most of that soda.
Last night, my son was bursting with energy the likes of which have never been seen coming from him.
I caught him on camera. cutting paper. and laughing. eeeeevily.
“STUPID!” He would say. Then clip. Then laugh.

Note to self: he doesn’t hold his sodas well.


  1. Stephanie says:

    So FUNNY!! Somebody once told me sugar doesn’t make children hyper and crazy, I don’t believe that for a second!

  2. Steve - the brother says:

    This is, hands down, the best Trent story yet. Bless you for your documentation efforts.

    • storylady says:

      He’s really starting to come up with some funny stuff. Tonight, after Lacy accidentally smacked him with a toy, he yelled “GO TO DA BED, LACE! NOW!” Yeah right.

      I wish we could pop in for a visit tomorrow. I’d bottle up some sunshine and bring it to you.

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