Genius has developed a bad habit just before heading off to college. No, it's not a 44 oz. Diet Coke habit. It's a 44 oz. Cherry Lime Lemonade Sprite habit. I don't know how he could have succumbed to such an addiction.
It all started earlier this week. He asked me to bring him a soda from town. Not just any soda. In fact, he really wanted a Cherry Limeade. That wasn't happenin'. No Sonic in this neighborhood. Dairy Queen, with all their flavors ready for the squirtin', declared that they did not have cherry limeade. I'm sure a more creative employee could have concocted one. So...I was left to my own devices, and Genius's backup instructions.
It went a little like this. "Get a cup not the size of yours, but the next size down. Fill it about half full of ice. Put in the cherry flavoring. Add Sprite." He refused to use one of my 44 oz. cups, even thought it meant an $.80 charge rather than a $1.20 charge. Oh, well. It's less spending money available for him in college. I spied a dispenser for pink lemonade, and added that to give it a sour kick. Like limeade. Only lemony. And pink. But I figured the cherry would camouflage the pinkness.
He liked it! He really liked it! But the next day, he commanded me to find a tiny plastic hollow lime ca[able of squirting lime juice. And to get a 44 oz. drink. Made the same way, of course, because it was good, it just needed lime. He could not do this himself, because he did not know what I put in. And he could not use one of my refill cups, because around the top they had a slight discoloration from the lid clamping Diet Coke into the styrofoam. Shh...we keep extra cups in T-Hoe. I carried out one cup, mine, he thought, and The Pony handed me another one in the car. Voila! Refill price.
Three days now, and I've been looking like a two-fisted 44-ounce drinker. Wouldn't you know it, today the Voice of the Village was out of cherry flavoring. But I pumped that several-gallon plastic jar for all I was worth, and gathered enough cherry nectar to suffice. Oh, and they were out of long straws. But that didn't really matter, because THEY WERE ALSO OUT OF DIET COKE! I had to drive to the gas station chicken store for MY refill. So I got him a straw there.
Now if I could just stop him from throwing away his cup every day...