Okay, we’ve established that I’m a hypocrite. So, I won’t rehash that for you now.
But the other day, when were out grabbing lunch, I reached my all-time low.
Katie knows that Craig and I drink. She’s seen us having beer or wine and she understands that those drinks are for adults and has never said much about it.
But now, she is getting old enough to ask questions.
I was having a cup of soda. (No, I’m not proud of that. Yes, I know, chemicals, blah, blah, blah. I have a soda about twice a month.)
So, when I took a drink from my straw, Katie asked what I was drinking.
This is where the hypocrite in me shines.
She’s never had soda and she won’t on my watch. Nope. Not gonna happen.
So, I did what any smart mother would do. I lied. (Yes, I have a history of lying.)
Oh, but I didn’t just lie. I told a lie that has haunted me since.
I told her it was beer.
Of all of the things that I could have said, why did my immediate response have to be beer?
We’re out again, having lunch (yes, we eat out far too often) and in the middle of a crowded restaurant, Katie questions (which felt much more like an accusation thankyouverymuch), “Mommy’s having BEER?”
So, now my daughter thinks that I am just that high class–drinking my beer in a cup with a straw. In public.
I am just that classy.
*Thanks for the photo, Julie!