The Dark Lord

You may think I'm referring to "You Know Who," lately of Harry Potter fame. But I am not. This dark lord is much more powerful than that old Voldemort guy. It's got me in its throws, and my husband too. And now it seems to be roping in my sweet little three year old daughter. You may recognize that cunning little silver label in the photo above. Oh how we love the diet coke at our house.

Bitty has been getting chomped by the mosquitoes lately. You may notice in the picture that she's got a huge red welt on her elbow. That's from ONE bite, poor little thing. She's been doing a lot of moaning about her terrible itches. Troy asked her what he could do for her and she said that the only thing on earth that would help her was a drink of diet coke. Having felt the same way so many times before myself, how could we deny her?

And last week at the store Bitty was in the cart pretending to be a munchkin. She already has a pretty cute little squeaker voice, but when she tries to speak 'munchkin' it really goes up a notch. It was so cute. I was the queen munchkin, and she was the princess munchkin, of course. As we wound our way through the isles conversing in munchkinese, we eventually strolled pass the drinks. She squeakily asked me if diet coke was good for you. I replied that it really isn't, but it's a little treat for grownups sometimes. She assured me that diet coke is actually very good for munchkins and we should go get some. Done!

Just so you know, I don't actually let my children consume diet coke outside the occasional sip, (okay, swallow...s...) and I try to not have more than one or two every week myself. But why oh why does it have to be so delicious and refreshing? I will forever be enslaved, my dark master!