The P and I were going to Wendy’s to pickup lunch the other day. We were discussing what drinks they have available.
The P doesn’t care for carbonated drinks, so we do a lot of juices and lemonades. Wendy’s doesn’t carry juice, so I reminded him that they have lemonade.
A block or so later, The P prepares to drop the bombshell, “Mom, I’ve been keeping a secret from you for a long, long time.”
Woah. “Ok, Buddy. You can tell me anything.”
“I don’t like lemonade.”