I seriously can not praise the 6 year old enough, he has been such a good sport about the whole thing. Not once has he complained that his shelf in the pantry, has now been replaced by bags of baking ingredients. No chocolates, no chips, no muesli bars and no fruit rolls containing his daily allowance of sugar. All gone.
But last night he lost it! What was it over? Soft drink of course. On the way over to his grandparents house, I ordered some chicken and chips for everyone, as the 1 year old had come down with a temperature and cooking with a child in your hands is kinda hard. When it came to the drinks, I ordered him a water. From the face he gave me, you would have thought I ordered him a bottle of cat piss. At first he calmly told me he wanted a soft drink. When I said, "No, soft drink is something we don't have anymore". He scoffed and said, "well maybe not for you". I scoffed even louder and said, "wrong buddy, it's not for you either". It was on. He tried to argue that every other 6 year old on the planet had soft drink and that he had once seen a baby drinking coke out of a bottle on tv. Then he sighed and hissed and declared that he was sick of having to drink water every day of his life (not sure where he gets his dramatic attitude from?). I told him that if he was sick of water, than he can have milk. Once again you would have thought I was offering him Bear Grylls favourite beverage of juice from an elephant turd (once you have seen that episode, it can never be unseen EVER!). His sadness then turned to anger and he hissed at me that he hates milk, it's too milky!! Luckily at that very moment, his favourite song came on the radio and it put an end to the conversation. It's hard to argue when it's your jam and you have to sing louder than anyone else in the car. I really wanted to tell him that I know how much it sucks giving up softdrink! That it was the hardest thing for me to try and give up and that yep I totally agree that milk is so milky. However, I dare not interrupt him mid chorus of "Uptown Funk". We managed to drive the rest of the way to the grandparents house discussing more important things, like who is the better dancer in the family ( hands down me) and who the 1 year old loves the most ( pretty sure it's the dog or her pillow). I thought he had forgotten about the softdrink issue. That was until we walked into the grandparents house and the first thing he says to his Pop and I quote "Guess what Pop? I have to give up bloody softdrink" (the word bloody never sounded more like a swear word than the way he used it in that moment). Pop was like, " what? What's wrong mate". (sensing that the 6 year old was clearly upset and perhaps thinking he had heard him wrong) The 6 year old than put on the performance of a life time. He tried his dam best to tug at the heart strings of all those listening, his voice full of emotion as he told the saddest story about only being allowed to have soft drink on special occasions, like xmas and that no one realises xmas only comes once a year! There was not a dry eye in house, as everyone's heart ached for this poor unfortunate child. How could this be happening? How could someone so young, suffer so much? Can I please urge each and every one of you, to light a candle at 7pm tonight and hold a vigil for my son. As this truely is such a sad tale of dispair and betrayal and he needs your support...... OR NOT...... I stopped him in the middle of his sermon and told him that it's not up for discussion. However I'm pretty sure one person bought into his sob story and that one person was good old Pop. No doubt he will be running some bootleg softdrink operation out of his basement for the 6 year old. It seriously wouldn't surprise me at all! I wonder if I can get one of those drug tests but for soft drinks and make the 6 year old pee in a cup each time him and Pop hang out... "yep, just as I suspected, you have come up positive for Fanta and Lemonade"...
Before we went to sleep, I told the 6 year old that I love him so much and that I want what's best for him and one day he will understand. He replied that he loves me too and that one day I might understand, that sometimes kids just need softdrink. He started preparing to go into his sermon again, but I stopped him before he could get out his first "Praise the SoftDrink Lord" and told him that MAYBE if there was something extra, extra special on, we might think about it. However it would have to be special and not an everyday kinda thing. He was happy with that response, no doubt his version of special will be if its a day of the week ending in"y".
One battle just beginning I feel! Good times, good times!
And in other news I made a pretty kick arse pie/quiche today. Was pretty dam cheesy and I'm not sure if that is a good or a bad thing. Also made up another batch of marshmallows (blue, as pink is too girly for boys to have in their lunch box). I also had some warm pizza scrolls baking in the oven for the 6 year olds after school snack. Pretty sure everyone has made these at some stage of their life. I was shown by a friends mum as a teenager and have not looked back since.
You can find my recipe here Fructose Free Pizza Scrolls or see where Mr Google will takes you.
Happy Monday Y'all!